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| It's been a while. |
| 10.15.04 (11:19 am) [edit] |
Blogging isn't what it used to be any more. The gloss of it has worn off for me. Why? I dont really know. I still read a lot of blogs and comment once in a while, but no longer feel the urge to write myself.
I have also noticed a few absentees here on tblog too. The most obvious is Cyberpal, but from what I have read on his blog and an email I got from him, blogging is the last thing on his mind at the moment. I hope his Dad's ok.
But why has blogging lose it's allure? Once I loved it, now I'm not bothered either way. Anyone feel like that?
Grant :?
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| Dream: Late for Work |
| 07.27.04 (12:36 pm) [edit] |
This morning I dreamt that I had a typical morning including procrastinating leaving for work. I played Spider Solitaire, surfed the net, complained about clothes, fussed with my hair, cleaned a little. I kept it up even though I watched the time get later and later. I passed the point of “late” to “I should call that I’m going to be late” to “Just a few more minutes” to “I should go because I haven’t said I wasn’t going to and I’m not going to call in now.”
Then Kevin came by and I truly realized it was 4pm. It was too late to go to work. I was thinking about all the things I was going to tell my boss. Then I woke up in real life. With plenty of time to go to work.
I wish my dream had come true, work sucks today.
Grant :(
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| Love letters. |
| 07.02.04 (3:26 am) [edit] |
We were high school sweethearts.
You know, in the way that only exists today in very small towns. (High school sweethearts, in that sense, seem to have gone out of style.)
She wore my leather jacket; we passed notes, left trinkets in each other’s lockers. I used to turn all the house phones off so my parents wouldn’t wake up when I got home from practice and called to say good night. We even had a song.
We met when I was 15. She was a year younger. And being the daughter of an over-protective father, she wasn’t allowed to date until she was 16. House rules. But at 15 ½, the law was bent and we had our first date. Both sets of parents agreed that it wasn’t in our best interest to form any serious ties. So, there were rules. So many rules. And we kept them all. I remember that I couldn’t take her to the winter formal one year. She had to go with another boy.
Her mother died when I was 16. And not suddenly. Because of treatments and surgeries and transplants, her death (of a rare blood cancer) dragged out. It held everyone hostage, in a way. It pulled at some strings, tightened others.
I remember when they crowned her Homecoming Queen, her mother standing by her on the windy football field, one arm linked through hers, and the other holding down her strawberry-blond wig. And I remember sitting at her funeral, not too many months later, watching her stand by her casket away. And I remember thinking that I hoped I never loved anyone as much as I loved her. Because it was unbelievably painful to watch her cry.
I went away to college when I was 18. We wrote. But over the months, we wrote less and less frequently and eventually went the way of all high school sweethearts (at least those who leave their small towns). And there I was at 18, in possession of years of letters signed, Always, Christine, and absolutely certain I didn’t want to love anyone as much as I loved her. Because it was unbelievably painful to watch her leave.
She married when I was twenty-something. I don’t even remember the year. Because, of course, by then, I was completely recovered. Because at 18, we don’t know anything about our own resilience. And at twenty-eight, I rarely think about her, except as an entry in my dating resume.
I do keep all of her love letters, though. Mostly because I’ve never gotten another.
They seem to have gone out of style. What a shame. :(
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| Our Rights!!! |
| 06.21.04 (2:53 am) [edit] |
Read this story on the Alter-Net website... they have some pretty interesting stories, especially affecting mainstream American people on a daily basis. Their reports are hard-hitting, fair and very very real.:http://www.alternet.org/story...
[b]The rich have the right to buy more homes than anyone else. They have the right to buy more cars than anyone else, more gizmos than anyone else, more clothes and vacations than anyone else. But they do not have the right to buy more democracy than anyone else.[/b]
Tell me what you all think of the article.... it's quite long so be warned! :)
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| Quizzes |
| 06.18.04 (5:27 am) [edit] |
[b]The Aged One Speaks[/b] sent me to the BBC's [b]What kind of thinker are you? quiz[/b]:http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/... [b]I'm an intrapersonal thinker.[/b]
[b]Intrapersonal thinkers:[/b]
Spend a lot of time thinking about and trying to understand themselves. Reflect on their thoughts and moods, and work to improve them. You understand how your behaviour affects your relationships with others.
Other Intrapersonal thinkers include
[b]Sigmund Freud, Gandhi, Grahame Greene[/b]
Careers which suit Intrapersonal Thinkers include
Psychologist, Teacher, Pilot, Child care worker, Explorer, Drama therapist
Apparently, I'm in the wrong field. Being an explorer sounds really cool but I can't imagine what it would involve. Since going to Europe, I've often thought that I would have been a terrible explorer in the olden days. We took a ferry from Italy to Greece and the complete lack of land really freaked me out. I mean, how would you really know that you were going anywhere?
I also took the [b]What Sex is Your Brain? quiz[/b].:http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/... Not too surprisingly, I was said to think like both a male and female. That 3D stuff is hard. It's what kicked my ass in 3rd quarter math. But I really think some of this is learned. Tke the quizzes and see what you come up as. :D
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| Racism still lives. |
| 06.16.04 (9:07 am) [edit] |
Owners of a New Jersey swim club are paying one million dollars to settle a lawsuit against them for denying access to [b]"black"[/b] and [b]"brown skinned"[/b] people:http://www.aclu.org/RacialEqu...
[b]The ACLU of New Jersey also represented Philip and Annmarie Giordano of Bloomfield, who scheduled their daughter’s June 2002 birthday party at Le Terrace Swim Club, where Annmarie Giordano and her daughter were members. Patrick Nardone demanded a list of guests and asked whether the guest list included any [b]"brown-skinned" or "black" children[/b]. When told that her child did have Asian and African-American friends who were guests, Nardone informed her that those children were not welcome at the club. He thereafter rescinded the Giordanos' membership.[/b]
It amazes and saddens me that things like this still go on.
Grant :(
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| Old School. |
| 06.07.04 (3:44 am) [edit] |
I watched Old School last night. I can have pretty bad taste. I was bummed to learn that my taste wasn’t very helpful in enjoying Old School. But Luke Wilson was cool and that was good. I expected a terrible storyline with funny bits mixed in. The story was okay with not enough funny bits and the bits weren’t funny enough. Will Ferrell streaking was amusing but stealing the mic from an insulted Snoop Dogg was better. I don’t remember Andy Dick in the previews but he’s always a gem. And you’d think that a comedy with comedians would have freaking hilarious outtakes. Nope. You’d be wrong. So, Old School was okay but I would advise at least a six-pack to enjoy it more.
Grant :D
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| If the Internet were sex... I would: |
| 05.28.04 (3:29 am) [edit] |
I saw this topic on blog ideas:http://blogideas.com and apart from making me laugh I thought it would be a great topic for discussion.
So if the internet were SEX, would you be a raving nymphomanic, a sex addict, an average sex enthusiast, a non-starter, a pimp, a prostituite..... what? I think I would be a average sex enthusiast... cos I dont spend a lot of time on the interente but when I do I really go for it :wink:
What would you be?
Grant :D
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| I'm bored! |
| 05.17.04 (11:15 am) [edit] |
That is all.
Gant :(
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| Question for the ladies?? |
| 05.11.04 (9:35 am) [edit] |
A girlfriend emailed this to me today and asked me what I thought? So I'm posting this here too and I want comments from you telling me what you all think? It's a note from a guy called Rick:
[b]Now I have a question for you ladies.
In short, I was diagnosed with a form of genetic disease called muscular dystrophy when I was only six years old and it is not hereditary and in fact it always comes from the female side of the family.
My question is this. Should I have concerns that I might never be considered a worthy boyfriend, fianc or even husband? It is difficult for me to imagine someone who would love me enough to put herself in a position where she has to physically take care of me and yet at the same moment, it is difficult for me to imagine myself being alone for the rest of my life.
Perhaps women are afraid to get involved with me because they somehow believe that I am unable to make love and also have children, which is completely untrue.
I am only twenty-two years old about to turn twenty-three next week and sometimes it feels like I am at the end of the road and it scares me to death and the worst part about the entire thing is that I cannot help but feel like love is merely going to be a bonus.
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Rick[/b]
Candid and honest comments please!
Grant :)
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| Things to remember... |
| 05.08.04 (12:31 pm) [edit] |
Note: This is another of the very few random e-mails I received that did not get immediately nuked…and I think not only is worth sharing, but should be the default new message in every freshly installed e-mail client across the internet. Consider this my version of 'required reading.'
[b]Things to remember while e-mailing:[/b]
1.Big companies don't do business via chain letters. Bill Gates is not giving you $1000, and Disney is not giving you a free vacation. There is no baby food company issuing class-action checks. Proctor and Gamble is not part of a satanic cult or scheme, and its logo is not satanic. MTV will not give you backstage passes if you forward something to the most people. The Gap is not giving away free clothes. You can relax, there is no need to pass it on "just in case it's true." There is no such thing as 'tracking software' that can tell how many people you sent something to.
2.There is no kidney theft ring in New Orleans. No one is waking up in a bathtub full of ice, even if a friend of a friend swears it happened to their cousin. If you are hell-bent on believing the kidney-theft-ring stories, see this page. I quote: The National Kidney Foundation has repeatedly issued requests for actual victims of organ thieves to come forward and tell their stories. None have. That's 'none' as in 'zero.' Not even your friend's cousin.
3.Neiman Marcus doesn't really sell a $200 cookie recipe. And even if they do, we all have it. And even if you don't, you can get a copy at this page. Then, if you make the recipe and decide that the cookies are that awesome, feel free to pass the recipe on.
4.If the latest NASA rocket disaster(s) did contain plutonium that went to particulate over the eastern seaboard, do you really think that this information would reach the public via an AOL chain letter?
5.There is no "Good Times" virus. In fact, you should never, ever, ever forward any email containing any virus warning unless you first confirm it with an actual site of an actual company that actually deals with viruses. Try Norton. And even then, don't forward it. We don't care. And you cannot get a virus from a flashing IM or email, you have to download it…you know, like, a file! (Sadly, this last sentence has become false in the past few years, as vulnerabilities in IM programs and some e-mail clients [usually Microsoft Outlook] have introduced new problems. However, in the majority of circumstances, this is still correct.)
6.There is no gang initiation plot to murder any motorist who flashes their headlights at another car driving at night without lights.
7.If you're using Outlook, IE, or Netscape to write e-mail, turn off the 'HTML encoding.' Those of us on UNIX shells can't read it, and don't care enough to save the attachment and then view it with a browser since you're probably forwarding us another copy of the Neiman Marcus Cookie Recipe anyway.
8.If you still absolutely must forward that 10th-generation message from a friend, at least have the decency to trim the eight miles of headers showing everyone else who's received it over the last 6 months. It sure wouldn't hurt to get rid of all the "" that begin each line either. Besides, if it has gone around that many times we've probably already seen it.
9.Craig Shergold (or Sherwood, or Sherman, etc.) in England is not dying of cancer at anything else at this time and would like everyone to stop sending him their business cards. He apparently is no longer a 'little boy' either.
10.The "Make A Wish" foundation is a real organization doing fine work, but they have had to establish a special toll free hot line in response to the large number of Internet hoaxes using their good name and reputation. 11.If you are one of those insufferable idots who forwards anything that 'promises' something bad will happen if you 'don't' - then something bad will happen to you if I ever meet you in a dark alley.
12.Women really are suffering in Afghanistan, but forwarding an email won't help their cause in the least. If you want to help, contact your local legislative representative, or get in touch with Amnesty International or the Red Cross.
13.As a general rule, e-mail signatures are easily faked and mean nothing to anyone with any power to do anything about whatever the competition is complaining about.
14.KFC really does use real chickens with feathers and beaks and feet. No, they really do. Why did they change their name? In this health conscious world, what was KFC's name? Kentucky Fried Chicken. 'Fried' is not healthy. So with the help of a focus group, they changed the name to KFC. It's short, doesn't offend dieters and it's easy to remember.
15.Another thing, just because someone said in a message, four generations back, that we checked it out and it's legit, does not actually make it true. PS: There is no bill pending before Congress that will allow long distance companies to charge you for using the Internet.
16.No women have ever died after having kinky sex with a lobster, or been caught with a crotch full of peanut butter calling their dog at a surprise party. I know someone you used to work with swears he was there, but come on….
17.There never was a charred scuba diver found in a forest fire, Neil Armstrong never said Good luck Mr. Gorsky, no one has ever sent the Smithsonian a Barbie claiming it to be an 'archeological find', and no one has ever crashed a jet powered car or an old car with a stolen jet engine strapped to it to the side of a cliff (except maybe Wiley E. Coyote).
18.There are no cockroach eggs in Taco Bell's food or rat urine in the tops of Coke cans, and no one has ever gotten AIDS from a needle in a ball pit at McDonalds or the coin slot of a pay phone.
Bottom line — composing email or posting something on the 'net is as easy as writing on the walls of a public restroom. Don't automatically believe it until it's proven false, rather, assume it's false unless there is proof that it's true. You can de-bunk 90% of the garbage you receive by going to the Urban Legends Reference Pages.
Grant :)
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| Future Plans. |
| 05.06.04 (4:37 am) [edit] |
Have set myself some goals and thought it might be a good idea to list them here so I can refer back.
Tentative plans for the next few months:
1. Get a recent copy of my credit report.
2. Starting with the smaller bills and working my way up, pay off my debts.
3. Once my credit is a bit more bearable than it is now (at least, far fewer outstanding debts) start saving.
4. Apply for financial aid/loans/grants.
5. Apply to school (possibly!). Pursue getting a degree leaning towards some form of education/teaching degree.
Now, this is all fairly tentative at the moment, but I've been toying with the idea of getting back into school for some time now, and it just may be time to start finally working towards that. We'll see where things go from here.
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| Rollercoasters. |
| 05.02.04 (9:07 am) [edit] |
Just read about a man who died after falling off a rollercoaster. I was just thinking, one minute you are hurtling around on a ride having fun, the next you are dead from a fall. Talk about going from a 'high' to a 'low' in a matter of minutes. That has got to suck! :(
Man dies after falling off roller coaster
Sunday, May 2, 2004 Posted: 3:02 AM EDT (0702 GMT)
AGAWAM, Massachusetts (AP) -- A 55-year-old man with cerebral palsy died Saturday when he fell out of a roller coaster at an amusement park, according to park officials and a newspaper report.
:http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/No...
Grant :(
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| Congratulations! |
| 04.29.04 (5:21 am) [edit] |
I'm actually still in the midst of my upheaval at work, but while sitting here checking e-mail, I figured I might as well take the opportunity to get a little updating done here. If nothing else, just to get something changing on here to assure people that I am alive, and still post on here. I'm really not supposed to be doing stuff like this at work, but I wanted to put this up as soon as I heard.
I just got a call from my dad, and it seems that my older brother (he's 31) proposed to his girlfriend Esther last night and she accepted! The marriage won't be for a couple of years, as Esther is going into the Peace Corps for two years, but I understand that they'll be getting married once she gets back. Wow. So, congratulations to my bro, Calvin and his lady love, Esther I'm looking forward to the wedding.
Sodoes this mean I might be an uncle in three years or so? :wink:
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| My weekend |
| 04.19.04 (11:35 am) [edit] |
Saturday was a fun day. At least, it was if you consider that I'm using 'fun' in the most bitterly sarcastic way humanly possible.
I spent five and a half hours crawling around on the floor of an apartment, using 80-grade sandpaper (incredibly rough stuff) to sand paint and plaster splotches off of the hardwood floor that we uncovered after pulling the carpet up last weekend. By the end of it, my hands were rubbed raw, fingers were blistered while the end result was nice to see, the process of getting there was severely un-fun.
Then, when I was done and Mike came down to check it out, he said, "next time I'll dig out my electric sander, and it won't be that hard on your hands!"
I really think homicide would have been justified at that point. (Un?)fortunately, I didn't want to see if I could grip anything enough to actually try.
This, incidentally, is why it took until today to start tossing posts up on the page again. I haven't wanted to spend a whole lot of time typing for the past few days! But, I'm back nowweeeeee!
Grant :D
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| Cool Quotes! |
| 04.15.04 (10:02 am) [edit] |
"Happiness is like pissing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel its warmth".......[i]Daniel White[/i]
"Change is innevitable, except from vending machines"...[I]Anon[/i]
Grant :D
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| Happy Easter |
| 04.11.04 (7:21 am) [edit] |
Wishing everybody on tblog a Happy Easter! I'm having dinner with my family, that should be interesting. All so commercial now with Easter eggs, the easter bunny and all the hype. Be glad when it's all over and everything returns to normal. Have a good day all.
Grant :)
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| Looking for work. |
| 04.09.04 (12:05 pm) [edit] |
Sorry about the recent downtime over the past couple of days…problems with the cable modem. In any case, everything's resolved now, and things are looking good. In have been surfing in an internet cafe, but not the same as from home.
Dammit — no matter how well things are going, something always seems to come along to trip things up.
Got word from my boss at work today that the temporary position I'm in, is ending as of early June. I can either apply for the permanent spot, or let the temp agency I'm with know and hope that they can find something for me. Why is finding work such a drag?
I'm certainly not gauranteed the spot, there's always a chance that someone from one of the other call centers with a few years experience will want to take it. The pay would be slightly less, but that's because I'd actually be getting benefits, so that's not too big of a hassle.
So, I've got some pondering to do, along with a lot of finger crossing. Should be interesting.
Grant :D
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| From an Insomniac. |
| 04.04.04 (5:31 am) [edit] |
I've read a few blogs about peoplewho have been having some real problems sleeping for some reason or another lately last night I went to bed and crashed out at 10pm, then was awake again at 1:30am, and couldn't crash out until around 4am. Really, really annoyingso, in honor of my own sad state and the state of all the others out there in the same predicament, I found the lyrics for "Insomnia" by Faithless (one of my favorite dance tracks).
[b]I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some rest,
I confess, I burnt a hole in the matress,
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty,
And on the count of three I pull back the duvet,
Make my way to the refrigerator,
One dry potato inside, no lie
Not even bread, jam,
When the light above my head went bam!
I can't sleep, something's all over me,
Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.
But there's no relief,
I'm wide awake in my kitchen,
It's dark and I'm lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep,
Creeky noises make my skin creep,
I need to get some sleep,
I can't get no sleep.[/b]
[i] Faithless (Maxi Jazz/Sister Bliss/Rollo) [/i]
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| New vocabulary. |
| 04.01.04 (2:21 am) [edit] |
Recently started hanging out with a friend of mine we call "Angel" and she is all about the hip-hop speak. Now dont get me wrong I dig it, but what a drag it is trying to speak it. I've tried to get angel to watch MTV with me, so I can learn the vocabulary of the music, but even with the gift of tongues, I'm having trouble learning to speak hip-hop.
Why is it that one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere but you must bust a cap in someone's ass? Is "ho" always feminine, and "muthafucka" always masculine, while "bitch" can be either? How many peeps in a posse, how much booty before baby got back, do you have to be all that to be all up in that, and do I need to be dope and phat to be da bomb or can I just be "stupid"? I'll not be singing over any dead mothers until I understand..... hehehe :)
Grant :D
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| Embarrassing revelations... |
| 03.31.04 (10:40 am) [edit] |
I'm in a revealing mood today so I am going to start a series of blogs that highlight things I would never admit to in public.
First [u]Music[/u]: I do, occasionally, like some really bad music... what can I say?. I can rationalize it well, but(sigh)the occasional song does come along that I know I shouldn't like, but I do and I can never admit to. For example:
[b]Britney Spears' 'OopsI did it again!'[/b]: I don't really know why, but for some reason, this song amuses me to no end. It's not one I'd play over and over, but it's not going to get shut off when it comes up in the playlist, either.
[b]Celine Dion's 'All Coming Back To Me Now'[/b]: This one, there's actually a reason for. The first time I heard this song, I had no clue who sang it, but it sounded like a Meatloaf song. Now, I've always liked Meatloaf, and both of his albums were actually written and produced by Jim Steinman. So, just after hearing this song, I called the radio station and asked them who it was, but first I wanted to know if Jim Steinman wrote and produced the song. Turns out he did then they told me who the vocalist was. Celine Dion? (sigh) Ah, well to me, it's a Jim Steinman song.
[b]The Spice Girls' 'Wannabe'[/b]: Again, I'm not sure I can really give it a reason. It's a fun, bouncy, brainless piece of bubblegum pop, and okay, I like it. Besides, the line "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends" sounds far too much like she's telling some guy that if he's going to sleep with her, he's going to have to sleep with all of her friends, too. This amuses me (not to mention that it sounds like a damn good deal).
Kind of tied to the last of the three guilty pleasure songs above [b]Spice World [/b](the Spice Girls movie) is surprisingly funny. Just trust me on this one forget the fact that they were a manufactured pop group, and just sit back and enjoy the silly British humor and the multitudes of cameos. It's not nearly as bad as you think. Really. (I also have a major crush on baby spice)
You know, that's enough embarassing myself for the moment. Time to stop before I dig myself any deeper.
Grant :wink:
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| Short story! |
| 03.30.04 (11:51 am) [edit] |
A Small Piece of Carpet
By: Charlie Badenhop
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Have you ever noticed how the way you feel about yourself sometimes depends on whether or not you get confirmation of your value from others? When you enter into challenging situations with a positive self identity you will discover that you are living your life with a greater sense of enjoyment and fulfillment.
I have learned a lot about nurturing a positive identity of love and appreciation from the man who taught me to train dogs. Dogs and humans both have a "self identity" that determines perception of the world, behavior, and one's sense of self worth. Let me explain how my teacher nurtured a positive self identity in the dogs he trained.
Frank had a very fascinating way of helping the guard dogs he trained, to feel respected, protected and loved, regardless of the situation/context they were in. Here is how he accomplished this. First of course, he started out by treating his dogs with love and respect, and by showing them an infinite amount of patience as they were learning. This of course is crucial.
Then, the next thing he did was a true stroke of genius. He would cut a small piece of carpet for each dog he trained. He would place the carpet in the dog's sleeping area, for him to lay on each night. He would also take this carpet during the day and set it down in various locations, and sit the dog on the carpet, as he praised the dog for being good. Whenever he moved to a new location, he would have the dog stand up, and he would pick up the carpet and carry it to the new location, set it down, sit the dog down, and again, praise the dog for being a "good boy." Soon the piece of carpet took on the distinct odor of the dog, and Frank said that this led the dog to feel "at home" when sitting on the carpet.
Next, Frank would teach the dog to pick up the piece of carpet himself, and carry it to wherever they were going. The dog would then set the piece of carpet down when they stopped, and sit on top of it, with Frank all of the time praising him for being a good dog. Now Frank said, "The dog begins to feel that he truly belongs in every place that he travels to, and no matter where he goes, he receives my love and appreciation. Soon the dog takes on this love and appreciation as the primary core of his identity."
And I ask you now, if this strategy works so brilliantly with dogs, would the same basic strategy not work just as well with human beings? Ask youself, "What is the small piece of carpet you carry around with you wherever you go?" "Would your life not be very different if you changed your piece of carpet to one of self love and appreciation?"
Grant. :D
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| Osama joke!! |
| 03.30.04 (10:59 am) [edit] |
Just got this in from my buddy Paul Branning. Found it hilarious. :)
[b]To: Cavemates
Subject: The Cave [/b]
Hi guys. We've all been putting in long hours but we've really come together as a group and I love that. Big thanks to Omar for putting up a poster that says "There is no I in team" as well as the one that says "Hang In
There, Baby." That cat is hilarious. However, while we are fighting a jihad, we can't forget to take care of the cave. And frankly I have a few concerns.
First of all, while it's good to be concerned about cruise missiles, we should be even more concerned about the scorpions in our cave. Hey, you don't want to be stung and neither do I, so we need to sweep the cave daily.
I've posted a sign-up sheet near the main cave opening.
Second, it's not often I make a video address but when I do, I'm trying to scare the most powerful country on earth, okay? That means that while we're taping, please do not ride your razor scooter in the background. Just while we're taping. Thanks.
Third point, and this is a touchy one. As you know, by edict, we're not supposed to shave our beards. But I need everyone to just think hygiene, especially after mealtime. We're all in this together.
Fourth: food. I bought a box of Cheez-Its recently, clearly wrote "Osama" on the front, and put it on the top shelf. Today, my Cheez-Its were gone. Consideration. That's all I'm saying.
Finally, we've heard that there may be American soldiers in disguise trying to infiltrate our ranks. I want to set up patrols to look for them. First patrol will be Omar, Muhammed, Abdul, Akbar, and Richard.
Love you lots,
Osama
I think it's amazing (not to mention a cheering sign of a basically healthy nation) that the flood of Osama jokes continues. The reason I like this one so much is that I could email it to my grandmother, if she knew how to operate a computer, and she'd smile too.
Grant. :D
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| "...Under God..." |
| 03.25.04 (12:45 pm) [edit] |
Following up on the "under God" controversy from 2002 and last year, yesterday the case was heard by the U.S. Supreme Court with Dr. Michael A. Newdow representing himself in the case.
Newdow convinced a divided three-judge panel of the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in 2002 that the 50-year-old addition to the pledge amounts to government establishment of religion, which is prohibited by the First Amendment. But he is bound to face overwhelming opposition at the Supreme Court.
After the appeals court ruling, the Senate voted 99-0 and the House of Representatives voted 416-3 to reaffirm their support for "under God." Other high-power individuals and groups have lined up to oppose Newdow.
But I think the Court was correct the first time, and that the constitutionally-mandated separation of Church and State should mandate the removal of "under God" from the Pledge of Allegiance. It's just sentimental to have it in there as it was only used to re-affirm the distaste for communism back in the day.
However, as the current "Bush" administration seems to consistently disregard that very separation .... If we're lucky, the Supreme Court will use the custody dispute between Dr. Newdow and the mother of his daughter to allow them to dismiss the case out of hand. That way we wont have the Court ruling in favour of the die-hards who want it to remain, and we the supproters of change can live to fight another day.
Any comments on this?
Grant. :)
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| Mother's Day Poem. |
| 03.21.04 (7:32 am) [edit] |
[b][u]A Mother's Touch[/u][/b]
Mother, you are my guiding light
Through my darkest hours, you've made my path so bright
Thank you for you patience
For understanding, too
Mother, so you know
I truly do love you
At times we are apart
I hope you know it's true
Even if I do not call
I often think of you
I know it's not enough to say
I miss you very much
But many times throughout my days
I long for my mother's touch
You make me feel loved
Thank you for that. too
Mother, so you know
I truly do love you.
[i]...... by Alba Vazquez[/i]
Happy Mother's Day everybody.
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