Need to speak this out somehwere...
I go to court this am, charged with assault. I feel it is an unjust charge but so be it. I, being a man, will not allow any man to grab, kick, nor hurt in any way a woman, even if I don't know either of you. My hack (lawyer) says I need to keep that to myself... dunno that I can. This fuck pulled her down by her hair and was kicking her... so, I... did what needed doing. I'm a little dude too and this boy was twice my size. I swear I feel the law is all about money.
The only mistake I made (IMHO) was that once he was down I made sure he could not get back up.
I lost a one million dollor job today. Even though I was 20k or so less, due to the fact I had website that sucked. Bear, you were right bro...
BTW, I'm getting drunk tonight.
Winston Churchill once said, “You can always count on the U.S. to do the right thing--once it has exhausted the alternatives.” Churchill’s cynicism rarely remained undetected and this quote is no exception. The truth is, more times than not, our great country has done the right thing, long before exhausting all the alternatives. In this present economic crisis, however, I fear Churchill might have hit the nail on the head. The more one looks into the roots, growth, and poisonous fruit of this predicament, you will see people choosing to do the wrong thing all along the path. The consumer taking out a loan he couldn’t pay; the broker pushing him to do so; the institutions behind the broker offering subprime or Alt-A and NINJA loans to anyone who would take them and then packaging them up with other toxic loans into asset-backed securities and collateralized debt obligations and then selling those to a wide variety of investors all over the world who divided or combined them into what’s called CDO squared and CDO cubed assets. The banks got involved and the politicians did too, all trying to make a buck on a house of cards they knew wouldn’t stand. Now the house of cards has fallen, and real people like you and me are paying the price. I guess our hope now is that with all the alternatives exhausted, our economic and political leadership will begin to do the right thing.
Or is that our hope? I mean really? Do I think our leadership is capable of doing the right things now that we have reached the crisis point? Yes I do. Do I pin my hope there? Absolutely not. My hope is found in a much more secure place! My portfolio (if you want to call it that) has taken a major hit the last two months. I am fortunate that I am in my mid-forties because our friends in their 60s and 70s are in a very difficult predicament. But all of us have reason for concern, and most of us are asking the question, “what if this time it is different, and everything I was putting my trust in for a financially secure future is falling away?” This is good question to ask as we plan for our futures and the futures of our kids as well.
Be real, be strong. We all will survive.
I met with a group of men to discuss the possibility of building them a new eatin joint. Normally these types of meetings are quite... stuffy as there is much money involved. You know... folks acting like they're smarter, tougher, richer than they are. I was pleasantly surprised to find that all were real, down to earth kinda fellah's. I wish all business were this way. It was the first time ever I had been in a meeting deciding to spend 1m+ that ended with jokes and general hanging out 'boys' style. Sure hope I get the job.
Once upon a time, in a village, a man appeared and announced to the
villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10 each.
The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the
forest, and started catching them.
The man bought thousands at $10 and as supply started to diminish, the
villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy
at $20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching
Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to
their farms. The offer increased to $25 each and the supply of monkeys
became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone
The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50 ! However, since he
had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on
behalf of him.
In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers.
'Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I
will sell them to you at $35 and when he returns from the city, you can
sell them to him for $50 each.'
Realizing what a great opportunity this was... the villagers withdrew all
their savings and bought all the monkeys.
Of course they never saw the man nor his assistant again... only monkeys
Now you have a better understanding of how the stock market works.
had a woman who loved you so unconditionally that she forgives you for all your faults? A woman who cares how you feel at all times?
Well, I do. Happy Aniversary K. I love you. You really know how to make a man feel loved.
My lovely wife and loving kids...
She made me a shirt out of my childrens clothes. A&A's first things they wore home after being born and a few other key articles of clothing. /me crys again.
You know... times are trying. All in my life is well but somehow I still feel empty. Sucks eh? I'm good at making money but money does not bring success. Understand? I have love, yet somehow happiness eludes me. Hmmmmmm.... must be a problem with.....me?
I have made a book with every card, letter, and note my wife has ever given me. Do you think that will be a good gift?
I,ve been how I am for such a long time...
I'll know the 15th if I stay or go.
Tough road, I'll tell ya.
No worries, all will be taken care of.
Found in the British Museum
I suck, Score: 25% (3 out of 12).
Rush lead singer and bass player Geddy Lee, who was born Gary Weinrib, is the son of Holocaust survivors who met while they were imprisoned in a Nazi labor camp in Poland, later married and moved to Canada. Lee’s mother, who had trouble pronouncing Lee’s real name, Gary, called him Geddy, which has obviously stuck with him for good.
My Facebook account has been frozen and they won't responf to my emails... any ideas?
Just caught a snake in the grass..
it bit me... it was either a Baby Black Racer or a Copperhead... will let you know and have photo's...
'The Cab Ride'
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.
Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.
But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.
So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.
'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said.
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
You won't get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this one on... But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate just by sending it.
Thank you for being my friend...
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
how I've missed you, geek that I yam.
As I walk along I realize how alone I feel. People all around me, and still I feel alone. I know not why but know it to be real.
My daughter made me a Fathers Day card as we sat in church Sunday. Her love is what keeps me alive.
For, on this day, the seventh day of June, 2008, my daughter has proved her fundamental usefulness to daddy.
She got me a beer. Out of the fridge! Threw away the bottle cap too! I knew this kid would be useful some day.
Oh, don't worry, I'll cherish it while I can. I'm only, what, eight years away from her telling me to f- off three times in two sentences? Heck, it's what her mom does just about every day lately. She'll have learned from the best!
my 'other mom died', shit.
My son Aviel and I at the "meet" this weekend.
as long as I live I will never get used to people leaving us... sadness is all I feel.
Look: I believe in Him. It’s that simple and that complex. I believe in Jesus Christ, the Second Person of the Blessed Trinity, the God Man who came to earth, born as a tiny baby and then lived over thirty years in our midst. I believe in what we celebrate this week: the scandal of the cross and the miracle of the Resurrection. My belief is total. And I know that I cannot convince anyone of it by reason, anymore than an atheist can convince me, by reason, that there is no God.
A long life of historical study and biblical research led me to my belief, and when faith returned to me, the return was total. It transformed my existence completely; it changed the direction of the journey I was traveling through the world. Within a few years of my return to Christ, I dedicated my work to Him, vowing to write for Him and Him alone. My study of Scripture deepened; my study of New Testament scholarship became a daily commitment. My prayers and my meditation were centered on Christ.
And my writing for Him became a vocation that eclipsed my profession as a writer that had existed before.
Why did faith come back to me? I don’t claim to know the answer. But what I want to talk about right now is trust. Faith for me was intimately involved with love for God and trust in Him, and that trust in Him was as transformative as the love.
Right now as I write this, our nation seems to be in some sort of religious delirium. Anti-God books dominate the bestseller lists; people claim to deconstruct the Son of Man with facile historical treatments of what we know and don’t know about Jesus Christ who lived in First Century Judea. Candidates for public office have to declare their faith on television. Christians quarrel with one another publicly about the message of Christ.
Before my consecration to Christ, I became familiar with a whole range of arguments against the Savior to whom I committed my life. In the end I didn’t find the skeptics particularly convincing, while at the same time the power of the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John swept me off my feet.
And above all, when I began to talk to Jesus Christ again it was with trust.
On the afternoon in 1998 when faith returned, I experienced a sense of the limitless power and majesty of God that left me convinced that He knew all the answers to the theological and sociological questions that had tormented me for years. I saw, in one enduring moment, that the God who could make the Double Helix and the snow flake, the God who could make the Black holes in space, and the lilies of the field, could do absolutely anything and must know everything --- even why good people suffer, why genocide and war plague our planet, and why Christians have lost, in America and in other lands, so much credibility as people who know how to love. I felt a trust in this all-knowing God; I felt a sudden release of all my doubts. Indeed, my questions became petty in the face of the greatness I beheld. I felt a deep and irreversible assurance that God knew and understood every single moment of every life that had ever been lived, or would be lived on Earth. I saw the universe as an immense and intricate tapestry, and I perceived that the Maker of the tapestry saw interwoven in that tapestry all our experiences in a way that we could not hope, on this Earth, to understand.
This was not a joyful moment for me. It wasn’t an easy moment. It was an admission that I loved and believed in God, and that my old atheism was a façade. I knew it was going to be difficult to return to the Maker, to give over my life to Him, and become a member of a huge quarreling religion that had broken into many denominations and factions and cults worldwide. But I knew that the Lord was going to help me with this return to Him. I trusted that He would help me. And that trust is what under girds my faith to this day.
Within days of my return to Christ, I also became aware of something very important: that the first temptation we face as returning Christians is to criticize another Christian and his or her way of approaching Jesus Christ. I perceived that I had to resist that temptation, that I had to seek in my faith and in my love for God a complete certainty that He knew all about these factions and disputes, and that He knew who was right or who was wrong, and He would handle how and when He approached every single soul.
Why do I talk so much about this trust now? Because I think perhaps that with many Christians it is lacking, and in saying this I’m yielding to the temptation I just described. But let me speak my peace not critically so much as with an exhortation. Trust in Him. If you believe in Him, then trust Him. Trust what He says in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, and trust what He says about having conquered evil; trust that He has won.
Don’t ever succumb to the fear that evil is winning in this world, no matter how bad things may appear. Don’t ever succumb to the fear that He does not witness our struggles, that He is not with every single soul.
The Sermon on the Mount is the portion of the New Testament to which I return again and again. I return to the simple command: “Love your enemies.” And each day brings me closer to understanding that in this message lies the blueprint for bringing the Kingdom of God to Earth. The Sermon on the Mount is the full blueprint. And it is not impossible to love our enemies and our neighbors, but it may be the hardest thing we have ever been asked to do.
But we can’t doubt the possibility of it. We must return to Jesus Christ again and again, after our failures, and seek in Him --- in His awesome majesty and power -- the creative solutions to the problems we face. We must retain our commitment to Him, and our belief in a world in which, conceivably, human beings could lay down their arms, and stretch out their arms to one another, clasping hands, and bring about a total worldwide peace.
If this is not inconceivable, then it is possible. And perhaps we are, in our own broken and often blind fashion, moving towards such a moment. If we can conceive of it and dedicate ourselves to it, then this peace on earth, this peace in Christ, can come.
As we experience Easter week, we celebrate the crucifixion that changed the world. We celebrate the Resurrection that sent Christ’s apostles throughout the Roman Empire to declare the Good News. We celebrate one of the greatest love stories the world has ever known: that of a God who would come down here to live and breathe with us in a human body, who would experience human death for us, and then rise to remind us that He was, and is, both Human and Divine. We celebrate the greatest inversion the world has ever recorded: that of the Maker dying on a Roman cross.
Let us celebrate as well that throughout this troubled world in which we live, billions believe in this 2,000-year-old love story and in this great inversion -- and billions seek to trust the Maker to bring us to one another in love as He brings us to Himself.
Anne RIce is the best-selling author of 27 books, including "The Vampire Chronicles" and "Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt." Read an excerpt of her latest book, "Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana."
Life is a journey and counseling is like orienteering, and the counselor is supposed to be a skilled orienteer. The counselor should be able to read the signs necessary to help clients find their way from where they are to their maturational destination. There are the signs of the trail (hard to identify if there is a lot of brush), and there are the sings on the map. The bible is the Christian counselor’s trail guide or map, drawn up by God, the great cartographer of life. It includes a description of some of the major features of the landscape of human nature (including the best trails — those that lead to the greatest glory for God and well-being for humans), that give us an idea about where we are, where we are to go and how best to get to the proper end of our journey. Like a typical map, it does not provide every detail of the landscape (e.g., every tree). Maps are meant to provide a summary representation of the landscape and offer the essential information (the major streams, levels of elevation and trails) needed to locate one’s present position and to help one get to where one is supposed to go. But a map is a necessity for one who hopes to make some progress and cover some ground.
How Google Got Its Colorful Logo
In just a few short years, Google's logo has become as recognizable as Nike's swoosh and NBC's peacock. Ruth Kedar, the graphic designer who developed the now-famous logo, shows the iterations that led to the instantly recognizable primary colors and Catull typeface that define the Google brand. Kedar met Google co-founders Sergey Brin and Larry Page through a mutual friend nine years ago at Stanford University, where she was an assistant professor. Page and Brin, who were having trouble coming up with a logo for their soon-to-launch search engine, asked Kedar to come up with some prototypes. "I had no idea at the time that Google would become as ubiquitous as it is today, or that their success would be of such magnitude," Kedar .
How Google Got Its Colorful Logo
where u be? Call me atleast.
Life is run by id'jets, some run around blazing a path, some run around passin folk from one place to another, still yet, some go around trying to put out fires. They all might not be what they say. Fire startin firemen, helpin those in a fire... swearin they're only trying to help. Yes, an analogy, not a slight on firemen.