How many toads do you see?
Its amazing how they almost disappear on this forest floor in Panama.
There’s a good reason.
For them to stay alive in the tropics (where nearly everything is food for something else), such trickery is necessary to fool a hungry predator’s eye.
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One of the realities we all face in our journey through life is the possibility of facing violence involving a gun. I have heard the phrase “Guns don’t kill – people do,” and frankly consider it a cop out. The U.S. has the most open gun laws of any society on the planet. The result is predictable; more innocent bystanders are killed daily with bullets than in any other country in the world.
You can’t go one day looking through the daily news without finding incidents of gun play resulting in murders. People of all ages have access to weapons in our gun-happy society. Groups like the NRA play on people’s fears. They promote easy access to weapons in the name of self defense and lobby against
Cases like the shooting of Trayvon Martin illustrate how easy it is to kill an unarmed person in a scuffle and claim self defense. Despite the fact that the shooter, George Zimmerman, pursued Martin and created a confrontation, then claimed self defense. Zimmerman brought a gun to a fist fight that he started himself, and when Martin hit him he used the gun.
Innocent people, children, teens, and adults die every day from gunshot wounds. Yet, nothing can be done about it when you have groups like the NRA lobbying consistently to keep the flow of guns and ammo steady. They fight any laws meant to restrict sales, or the use of weapons, and get real ugly when asked to do so. It’s no wonder we lead the world on having the most murders of civilians by weapons.
First here’s an excellent opinion piece on the subject:
Some examples ripped from the headlines today:
Shooter targeting blacks in Tulsa, Oklahoma?
Miami cops: Girl, 15, shot as she sleeps in her bed
Cops: Dad dies after shielding son, 8, from barrage of bullets
Walmart employee killed during robbery in Phoenix
I could go on, but I’m sure you get my point. Anyone in this country that wants a weapon can get it. Law abiding people, and criminals have no problem getting the weapon of their choice. The ensuing result is has gotten completely out of control. I wish there was an answer, a way we could cut back in the accessibility of weapons, but I know that’s not going to happen when you have gun and ammo makers getting rich and the NRA blocking any attempts to stop the deadly stream of weapons from being accessible.
Time for me to walk on down the road…
The mysterious forces of YouTube have crowned a new viral video: Pimp My Horse, a parody of "Pimp My Ride" that flosses out a guy's mediocre nag with a styling unicorn horn, shutter shades and spinning rims. The spoof is spot on, and the horse owner's reaction to his new ride to "the clubs" is hilarious, but extra credit has to be given to the special effects that allowed them to seamlessly install a mini-fridge in the horse's flank and also place a bass speaker. Hopefully, the horse enjoys the attention and gets a little extra hay for generating all this buzz.
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Since the dawn of time mankind has strived for a civilization that allowed people to live in harmony and peace. It hasn’t happened yet.
We’re a war-like species that traditionally accepts the philosophy “Might makes right.”
Still, there are those of us that would like our journey through life to be peaceful. We try to attain a societal peace through various methods – forms of government and creating places that are model communities with peaceful values. Some of these communities are really offbeat. I ran across this “Venus Project” and thought it would be an interesting thing to share. I am in no way endorsing this project. My curiosity just led me here.
According to the creators, “The Venus Project offers a comprehensive plan for social reclamation in which human beings, technology and nature will be able to coexist in a long term, sustainable state of dynamic equilibrium.”
Excerpts:
“The Venus Project is an organization that proposes a feasible plan of action for social change, one that works towards a peaceful and sustainable global civilization. It outlines an alternative to strive toward where human rights are no longer paper proclamations but a way of life.
We operate out of a 21.5-acre Research Center located in Venus, Florida.
When one considers the enormity of the challenges facing society today, we can safely conclude that the time is long overdue for us to re-examine our values and to reflect upon and evaluate some of the underlying issues and assumptions we have as a society. This self-analysis calls into question the very nature of what it means to be human, what it means to be a member of a "civilization," and what choices we can make today to ensure a prosperous future for all the world's people.
At present we are left with very few alternatives. The answers of yesterday are no longer relevant. Either we continue as we have been with our outmoded social customs and habits of thought, in which case our future will be threatened, or we can apply a more appropriate set of values that are relevant to an emergent society.
The Venus Project advocates an alternative vision for a sustainable new world civilization unlike any social system that has gone before. Although this description is highly condensed, it is based upon years of study and experimental research by many, many people from many scientific disciplines.” (Go here to read more and to see videos on the subject)
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Sound is one pathway to the brain. If we’re blessed we have other pathways like sight, taste, touch, and smell.
Back in the day (hint early 60s), when tape recorders were pretty crude by today’s standards, I recall hearing my voice and asking who the hell was that?
The drone on that machine sounded like Alfred Hitchcock with indigestion! I couldn’t believe it was my voice, despite being there when it was recorded.
I remember speeding up the RPMs on records and listening to people sound like chip monks. It’s probably where they got the idea for the voices for Alvin and the gang. Despite the many advances in recording sound…my voice still sounds funny. Not like I think it should. You know what I mean?
Along those same lines, I ran across this interested article: How would you sound on Mars?
Excerpt:
“If you could speak on Venus, you might sound like a deep-voiced Smurf — while on Mars, your voice could have the shallow ring of a higher-pitched Shrek. And if you enjoy the sound of a waterfall on Earth, wait until you hear what that tinkling would sound like on Titan. Researchers at the University of Southampton have simulated all these sounds, based on the physics of planetary atmospheres.
"This is the real deal," Tim Leighton, an acoustics professor at the British university, said in a news release. "It's as close as we can get to the real sound of another world until a future probe or astronaut actually goes there and listens to what it really sounds like." The sounds are being shown off over the next week at the Astrium Planetarium at INTECH, near Winchester, as part of a show titled "Flight Through the Universe."
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Remember when South Park was in its very beginning? I remember there was this crazy dude character named Towelie, who was in fact a speaking towel whose only interest was getting stoned (?!).
Hilarious! If my memory serves me well, he was a result of a terrible army experiment gone wrong. Dunno why this animation below made me remember of Towelie, but I think it has something to do with that tune “Won’t ya get me down, to funky town” he sang all the time.
Anyhow, concentrate on the red dot in the middle of the .gif right, wait for the counter to drop to zero, and watch the black and white town turn colorful without consuming any illegal substances! Drugs are bad, illusions are awesome!
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I’ve been reading a lot of articles about how fat Americans are lately. Yes, fat. I know it’s more politically correct to say obese, but let’s face it…we’re becoming a nation of porkers! Each study I read gets more dire every year. For example:
An April 3rd article “Obesity in America: Rate Higher Than Previously Thought, BMI Unreliable”
"Roughly 30 percent of Americans are obese, but when you use other methods, closer to 60 percent are obese," Dr. Eric Braverman, lead researcher and president of the Path Foundation, a nonprofit medical research group, told HealthDay. "We call BMI the 'baloney mass index.'"
From the Center for Disease Control and Prevention:
U.S. Obesity Trends - National Obesity Trends:
“More than one-third of U.S. adults (35.7%) are obese.
Approximately 17% (or 12.5 million) of children and adolescents aged 2—19 years are obese.”
[Data from the National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey (NHANES)]
“During the past 20 years, there has been a dramatic increase in obesity in the United States and rates remain high. In 2010, no state had a prevalence of obesity less than 20%. Thirty-six states had a prevalence of 25% or more; 12 of these states (Alabama, Arkansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Michigan, Mississippi, Missouri, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, and West Virginia) had a prevalence of 30% or more.”
I could go on, but you have the idea. Now it’s time for the big announcement:
The Big Announcement
My wife and I joined a health club and we’re both determined to lose weight and turn our jello-like muscles into ripped, rock-hard pythons! Well, Shirley’s not too interested in getting ripped. She’s all about getting her muscle tone back and losing a few pounds. Me too. I’m really not worried about sporting a six-pack, but any improvement would be a better look than my current man-boobs!
What I’m really excited about is there’s an indoor basketball court. I was Basketball Jones until fracturing my back in 1991, while playing in a men’s league in Palm Desert. Basketball was my favorite sports activity throughout school, while in the military, and with city teams from Cleveland, Ohio, to numerous cities in California.
Since my injury in 1991, I was barely able to play. I played in a men’s pickup league in Mack Town briefly before hanging up my sneakers. I finally had back surgery in 1995. It’s been a slow rehab. I have arthritic knees. But I have been walking for the last couple of years (with my beloved pug Millie) and it’s time for me to get serious about my rapidly deteriorating body. There’s a hot tub to soak in after I spend time on that basketball court…dribbling (and drooling) around and taking impossible shots because I have not attempted one since 1992.
Why now? Why not? My wife and I both want to be around for a while. Staying in shape should help. I figure it’s never too late to try. No pain. No gain. Stay tuned for a future post where I whine like a baby about how my much muscles hurt (or how I broke my ankle before taking my second shot at the hoop)! Meanwhile, TODAY IS DAY ONE!
Time for me to walk on down the road…
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Mankind will never get tired of exploring. It’s in our DNA. What’s beyond that far planet? Or galaxy? Or universe?
What roads lie ahead? While America is cutting back nationally on the space budget, private companies are yearning to to fill the void and to venture out and claim new worlds.
Dreams of otherworldly profits are motivating space settlement activists with a mind to explore, to claim foreign real estate. Who knows? Maybe Newt Gingrich is right and we’ll be colonizing the mood to mine it’s resources someday soon. Moon dust anyone? (Above) Moon Colony Concept NASA/JSC -
And in the news…
“Getting to the moon is a noble and ambitious goal for any country, and other nations will probably follow in our footsteps here pretty soon. But private companies won’t go without the promise of profit, and until they do, space will be left unsettled, advocates say. The latest in a drumbeat of pro-colonization comes from the libertarian Competitive Enterprise Institute, which is advocating the recognition of property rights on the moon or other celestial bodies. Space settlement activist Rand Simberg says in a new white paper that the U.S. should recognize land claims off-planet, which would allow for legal land titles sort of like the former Homestead Act. Moon land titles could be used as collateral for loans, or sold to raise money to develop the lunar landscape, he argues.
“It would have great potential to kick the development of extraterrestrial resources—and perhaps even the human settlement of space—into high gear,” Simberg writes.Other experts have weighed in on this before, noting that corporations have settled new worlds in the past. Recognizing property rights in space would fly in the face of the Moon Treaty, established in 1979, which outlaws private property claims. But the U.S. is not a signatory to that treaty.
It is a signatory to the Outer Space Treaty of 1967, which prevents establishment of colonies on celestial bodies. But Simberg and others, including Alan Wasser, chairman of the Space Settlement Institute, argue that it prevents nations from doing the colonizing — not private corporations.”
Time for me to walk on down the road…
photo source quote by Edward Topsell, “The Historie of Foure-Footed Beastes”
UPDATE BELOW
California NORML invites friends & supporters to rally in protest of the Department of Justice's attack on medical marijuana at S.F. City Hall on Tuesday, April 3rd.
“In a report to Congress, http://www.canorml.org/news/DOJPelosiletter.html Cal NORML denounced the DOJ crackdown as arbitrary, inconsistent, disrespectful of state and local laws, and destructive of efforts to legally regulate marijuana.
The protest begins on the steps of City Hall (Polk Street entrance) at 11:30 a.m. A majority of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors will be joined by representatives from the offices of the City Attorney, Assemblyman Tom Ammiano, State Senator Mark Leno, and the Board of Equalization, to show their support for medical cannabis patients by delivering a strong message to the Obama Administration regarding recent actions by the Dept. of Justice (DOJ) and the State’s 4 U.S. Attorneys against local medical cannabis dispensaries.
District Attorney Gascon is sending a statement from his office affirming his stance on medical cannabis laws. A lively rally will precede the press conference at 11am, and at noon patients and supporters will march to the Federal Building located at 450 Golden Gate to demand that Attorney General Eric Holder end the federal attacks on safe access.
Other speakers at the press conference will include affected patients and dispensary operators, ASA Chief Counsel Joe Elford, Steph Sherer, representatives from the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws and San Francisco Medical Cannabis Task Force.”
- D. Gieringer, Cal NORML
For further information:
San Francisco Campaign for Safe Access: http://AmericansForSafeAccess.org/SFUnited
UPDATE: 1:23 p.m. This kind of thing is why there’s a rally tomorrow!
Federal authorities raided Oaksterdam University, a “cannabis college” in northern California, on Monday morning.
Agents with the Internal Revenue Service, Drug Enforcement Agency and U.S. Marshals were spotted outside the medical marijuana facility, with some entering the site with power saws and a sledgehammer and other carrying out bags of material to a van, nbcbayarea.com and the San Francisco Chronicle reported.
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I’m humbled, surprised, gratified, and reminded of why I write my column – As It Stands – after yesterday.
It’s fun, and I’m happy learning and sharing things during my life’s journey. Yesterday’s response to my April Fool’s story caught me off guard.
It was easily the most emails I’ve received in response to a column since I began writing for the Times-Standard in July 2008. Thank you all.
Apparently, I have more than three regular readers. One of my favorite emails (and I can’t disclose the person’s name because they sent it to me personally) really gave me a good laugh:
Reader: Dear Dave, I will miss your column in the Sunday paper. Best wishes and happy journeys!”
Dave: “Don't worry__________, I'm not really going anywhere.
Check out the last sentence of the column..."As It Stands, April Fools! See ya next week!"
Thank you so much for being a loyal reader, and such a considerate person.
Cheers! Dave”
Reader: “Whew! that will teach me to read unpleasant things to the not so bitter end!”
Comment: my first though was the writer was so bored with the column they did not read it all and were sending me a standard blah blah e-mail (good luck).
Another person pranked!
Reader: “When I saw your Goodbye! article, I said, “Oh, darn!” (the last two letters of DARN kind of blend together to look like DAM, but if I had said that I would have spelled it damn)
As I’ve expressed before, I really enjoy your articles. It seems like especially lately that you have been talking about more difficult-to-talk-about subjects, which makes your articles both enjoyable to read and informative. I especially liked a recent article where you talked about extended military tours and their effects on our troops.
I hope that you continue to enjoy writing your articles, so that you continue for a long time. That will then allow me to continue to enjoy reading them!”
Dave: “Good to hear from you and thank you for your kind words.”
And so it went. I got some hilarious emails. A couple of people called and warned me that they were going to get even some day. My niece in Las Vegas was taken hook-line-and-sinker…until that last line. She told my wife that she couldn’t imagine me being a crab fisherman – especially at my age! Now, I’m going to have to top this prank next year!
Time for me to walk on down the road…
By Dave Stancliff/For The Times-Standard
Au revoir. Ciao. Do svidaniya. Goodbye. Hasta la vista. Lebewohl. Sayōnara.
No more Dave to kick around. I’m moving on to new adventures. People to see. Places to go. Things I want to do.
I can quit feeling like the Rodney Dangerfield of journalism on the north coast. No respect I tell ya. I get no respect. I’m just that crazy freelancer who writes a column for the newspaper, and who has a debatably local blog.
“I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.” - Rodney Dangerfield.
Well folks, that’s in the past now. My witty words will no longer grace this publication and I’m going to blow up my blog! You won’t recognize me aro
I have grown a long scraggly beard Blackbeard would have been proud of, even though it’s more gray than black.
Then I donned a black eye patch. It seemed like a good idea so irate readers and critics wouldn’t recognize me in public. Disappearing won’t be hard. I’ll miss my readership. All three of you.
I plan to do a Forest Gump and walk across the country for no good reason. I’m having some difficulty putting together a support team. My wife assured me she wouldn’t go along with anything so stupid, so I turned to other family members and friends. Guess what? No takers! I guess that means you’re my last chance.
If any reader is moved by my mission to walk aimlessly to the east coast and wants to help, they can contact me via the e-mail address at the end of this column.
Then one day I stopped hurling when I opened the front door, and realized I was a seasoned salt! The rotten crab stench had turned to flowers in my olfactory system, and a time of change lingered in my nostrils.
At 62 years-old, it’s not a common thing to change course in your life work. I’ve been a wordsmith since I scribbled my first graffiti on my desk with a penknife. As a journalist, I’ve researched and written about countless subjects over the years.
But now, a new destiny calls. A new purpose. I’ve lived within walking distance of the sea for decades and now its allure says, “Join me, you crazy old man. I’ve got a ticked-off White Whale who wants to meet you!”
Obliviously that siren call has mesmerized me. Yes, I’m the same guy everyone calls “Chicken of the Sea” because I’ve always hated going out in a boat.
My only experience was a fishing trip on a half day boat in Palos Verde in the 70s. I puked like the worst landlubber ever, and watched helplessly seasick, as the rest of the people drank beer and had fun fishing.
Upon reflection, I think the whole idea came up when I started to wear the black 
Nothing ventured,nothing gained.Right? Sure,it won’t be easy to get a boat.There’s this little issue of money.If I can find one for sale then I’ll have to raise the shekels to purchase it.
Or, I suppose I could wait until someone from my old unit in Vietnam showed up in a wheelchair (like Captain Dan in Forest Gump) with his own crab boat and in need of a partner. I know that’s a bit of a stretch because everyone in my platoon was a landlubber.
If there’s anything that really makes me hesitate about this new profession, it’s the fact I can’t stand the taste of crab!
As It Stands, April Fools! See ya next week.
WEBSITES CARRYING THIS COLUMN:
Journalism Newswire - http://www.topix.com/wire/news/journalism/p2
In 1943, more than 30 years after the Titanic hit an iceberg in the North Atlantic, the Nazis thought it would be a good idea to make a movie about it.
Joseph Goebbels, who was Adolf Hitler's minister of propaganda, saw the Titanic story as a tale of British greed and incompetence. He wanted a film about the so-called "unsinkable" ship, one that would include a fictional character, a German officer named Peterson who would be the sole voice of reason on board.
A German director named Herbert Selpin was hired to make the movie, but when he refused to follow orders - he resisted efforts to make the British even more cowardly - he was arrested and jailed. The next day, he was found hanging in his cell, garroted with his own suspenders.
Another director finished the movie. It was a flop, and Nazi censors pulled it from theatres because audiences were too sympathetic to the passengers. The ship that was not going to sink became an apt symbol for the Reich that was going to last a thousand years.
The Titanic has a special relationship with the movies: A 10-minute film starring Dorothy Gibson, an actress who survived the sinking, was released a month later. Other movies nibbled around the edges: A 1929 film called Atlantic told the story, but changed the name of the ship; Noel Coward's 1933 Cavalcade has a scene on the deck of the Titanic; in History Is Made at Night, a 1937 movie with Charles Boyer, a Titanic-like ship avoids an iceberg.
Alfred Hitchcock was supposed to make a Titanic movie in 1938, but it got tangled up in legal troubles.
The first major movie in English was a 1953 drama called Titanic. It starred Barbara Stanwyck as an American woman taking her children on the boat to flee constricting English society and Clifton Webb as her snobbish husband, who follows her and ends up dying, bravely singing Nearer My God to Thee, as the Titanic sank.It was followed by A Night to Remember, a 1958 film that had a more modern approach. Based on a bestselling book by Walter Lord, it juggles various plots, characters and perspectives while still telling an old-fashioned story.
In 1964, The Unsinkable Molly Brown, which starred Debbie Reynolds, told the story of a real-life woman who survives through sheer pluck. She not only helped evacuate the ship, she insisted her lifeboat return to look for more survivors, and she even helped row. For a '60s audience, she is a flag-waving American and early feminist.
By the time of Cameron's film in 1997, many of the old assumptions had been turned on their heads. Now the first-class passengers had become the villains, and the hero is rough-hewed Jack Dawson from steerage, played by heartthrob Leonardo DiCaprio, who saves Rose (Kate Winslet) from a loveless marriage to a duplicitous rich man played by Billy Zane.
The 3-D version that is being released on April 4 comes into a world buffeted by recession and redefined by various Occupy protests as being divided between the "one per cent" and the "99 per cent." Some of us are in first class, and most of us are in steerage.
Just in time for the 100th anniversary of the most storied maritime disaster in history, National Geographic magazine and a team of researchers have unveiled new images of the Titanic, revealing unrestricted views of the wreck for the first time ever.
article sources – The Vancouver Sun – Leader Post – The New York Times - The San Jose Mercury News
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Was there a particular time in your life when smart ass answers seemed to flow from your mouth with no effort? Inspired gems that left others speechless. I’ve found the best smart ass answers come from teenagers. It seems to be a universal gift they enjoy from 13 to 19 years old.
I was nineteen when I was in Vietnam in 1970. Whenever when one of the “Lifers” got mad at me, threatening some vague retribution, I was always quick with my stock smart ass reply, “What are you going to do to me? Send me to Vietnam?” It always got a laugh from the guys in my squad, and pissed off my tormentors. What could they say? Well okay, sometimes they sent me back to the bush early, which happened about fifty percent of the time.
Then we have people who continue to cultivate their smart ass answers as they grow older. Sometimes they’re even funny. I’ve got six quick examples (below) for your consideration. Feel free to comment on the one you think is funniest:
SMART ASS ANSWER #6
It was mealtime during an airline flight.
'Would you like dinner?', the flight attendant asked John, seated in front.
'What are my choices?' John asked.
'Yes or no,' she replied.
SMART ASS ANSWER #5
A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her.
Without missing a beat, she said, 'Sir, I need to see your ticket, not your stub.'
SMART ASS ANSWER #4
A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. She asked a stock boy, ' Do these turkeys get any bigger?'
The stock boy replied, 'No ma'am, they're dead.'
SMART ASS ANSWER #3
The police officer got out of his car as the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. 'I've been waiting for you all day,' the officer said.
The kid replied, Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could.'
When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket.
SMART ASS ANSWER #2
A truck driver was driving along on the freeway and noticed a sign that read: Low Bridge Ahead. Before he knows it, the bridge is right in front of him and his truck gets wedged under it. Cars are backed up for miles.
Finally a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?'
The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridge and I ran out of gas.'
SMART ASS ANSWER #1
A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. 'Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!'
A smart-ass student in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, 'What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?'
The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering. When silence was restored, the teacher smiled knowingly at the student, shook her head and sweetly said, 'Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand.'!!!!!!!
Time for me to walk on down the road…
It doesn’t matter if you’re a husband, wife, Democrat, Republican, Independent, Libertarian, or the head of your high school debate team – a well presented argument is a must in order to win. One of the best people to read how to present your case is Arthur Schopenhauer. Take a minute and check it out. You never know. You might learn something.
SCHOPENHAUER'S 38 STRATAGEMS, OR 38 WAYS TO WIN AN ARGUMENT
Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860), was a brilliant German philosopher. These 38 Stratagems are excerpts from "The Art of Controversy", first translated into English and published in 1896.
Schopenhauer's 38 ways to win an argument are:
Carry your opponent's proposition beyond its natural limits; exaggerate it. The more general your opponent's statement becomes, the more objections you can find against it. The more restricted and narrow his or her propositions remain, the easier they are to defend by him or her.
Use different meanings of your opponent's words to refute his or her argument.
Ignore your opponent's proposition, which was intended to refer to a particular thing. Rather, understand it in some quite different sense, and then refute it. Attack something different than that which was asserted. READ THE REST HERE
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The way I understand it, there’s an earthly plane, and a spiritual plane. I realize that’s a simplistic statement. Allow me to try to explain. Our journey through life means we experience real world pain and joy. But there’s this part of us that believes we’re going to be held accountable for our deeds in life after we die.
That’s why if I won the lottery, or the massive Power Ball (which at this moment is up to $540 million) I would give most of it away to friends, family, and charities. What would world religious leaders do with a lot of money if it fell into their holy laps?
For example, what would the Pope do if he won $1.7 million? My guess is he’d have some trouble explaining why he’s playing the lottery. If he’s successful at bullshitting the faithful about why, because he’s God’s best boy, then he should be able to convince them the money is going somewhere worthwhile… which in fact would be the Catholic Church’s coffers.
The Asian version of the pope, The Dalai Lama, was awarded a prize – $1.7 million – because he’s been busy showing a link between science and religion lately. What’s he going to do with all that money? The way I understand it, he’s got free rein to have a wild time with all that loot if he so chooses. I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he’s going to use the money for a free lunch program for all Tibetans for the next decade!
News Snippet:
“The Dalai Lama, the Tibetan Buddhist spiritual leader, has won $1.7 million after being awarded the 2012 Templeton Prize for his work linking science and wider questions of faith and religion. Tenzin Gyatso, 76, the 14th Dalai Lama, will be presented with his award at a ceremony at St. Paul’s Cathedral in London in May.”
I realize that the Dalai Lama didn’t play the lottery, but he still won something so I’m including him in this conversation. This lottery business can be really exciting until you realize your chance of winning (even when you play every day) is about as likely as opening a café on Jupiter for wealthy intergalactic visitors!
Time for me to walk on down the road…
My wife and I enjoy watching shows like American Pickers, Auction Kings, Storage Wars, and the series Pawn Shop. (Chumley is the man!) Checking out thrift stores is also one of our pastimes.
We both dream of going to a garage sale, a flea market, or thrift store, and finding a hidden treasure.
That’s just what happened for one lucky thrift store regular – Zack Bodish:
“Zach Bodish, a thrift store regular, paid $14.14 for a framed Picasso "poster" at the Clintonville, Ohio, Volunteers of America outlet. But after some online research, he learned that the red signature in the corner had probably come from the artist's own pen and that it might be worth $6,000 -- or about 428 more thrift-store shopping sprees. Ohio State art professor Lisa Florman examined it, declares it is not a poster but a signed print and said Picasso created it for a 1958 exhibition of his ceramic works. Bodish is already debating what to do with his bargain-priced Picasso. "There's a good chance I'll probably sell it," he told the Columbus Dispatch. "I want to keep it, but money is tight."
I often wonder how low some people can go when it comes to making money off of other’s misfortunes. The Trayvon Martin story is tragic for a number of reasons, but there’s one in
His own mother, Sybrina Fulton, filed to trademark “Justice for Trayvon,” on March 21st. She wants to use the phrase in connection with CDs, DVDs, and other digital products. She may be the first to file, but there’s someone else who filed days later on March 23rd:
Marcus Singletary, a 36-year-old musician, is seeking to cash in on the phrase, “Justice for Trayvon.” His United States Patent and Trademark Office filing notes that he wants to solely use the phrase for “Hooded sweatshirts.”
He submitted his application online and it cost $275. It’s excerpted here. A rock guitarist, he is pictured right in a photo off a 2008 album cover.
In my mind’s eye, I see jackals and hyenas chewing on Martin’s memory like ghouls.
Good Day Humboldt County!
In the course of our lives we have to step off off our daily path, and get some sleep.
When I was young (grade school), I walked in my sleep a lot. I also talked in my sleep, usually relating the day’s events to an unseen listener.
I know this because there was a listener, my Mother, who would check in on me at night and tell me about what I said the next day. As you can imagine this bothered me. I talked about everything! Luckily this period of my life didn’t last long or it would have gone harder on me as I was confessing things like gambling - throwing dice in the boys bathroom or pitching pennies!
Because of my PTSD, and the nightmares I battle with, I take a large dose of Trazodone before bed to knock myself out. The result: No dreams, or nightmares. I generally wake up rested after five or six hours sleep and I’m ready to go for the day.
I feel pretty lucky that I’m able to get that deep sleep these days. There was a time it wasn’t possible. For years after I came back from Vietnam I couldn’t sleep more than an hour or two because I was always on the alert. Those were hard years where I didn’t get any help for my condition.
Enough about me though! Here’s eight sleep disorders that will leave you happy that you don’t have them!
Sleep Paralysis: people who become immobile even after they are awake:
During REM sleep, dream activity revs up and the voluntary muscles of the body become immobile. This temporary paralysis keeps us from acting out our dreams and hurting ourselves. Sometimes, though, the paralysis persists even after the person wakes up. "You know you're awake and you want to move," Kline said, "but you just can't."
Even worse, sleep paralysis often coincides with hallucinations. In one 1999 study published in the Journal of Sleep Research, 75 percent of college students who'd experienced sleep paralysis reported simultaneous hallucinations. And these hallucinations, when they occur with sleep paralysis, are no picnic; people commonly report sensing an evil presence, along with a feeling of being crushed or choked. That sensation has given sleep paralysis a place in folklore worldwide. Newfoundlanders know it as the "Old Hag." In China, it's the "ghost pressing down on you." And in Mexico, it's known as the idiom "subirse el muerto," or "the dead climb on top of you." Even today, some researchers suspect that tales of alien abduction may be explained by episodes of sleep paralysis. (Link)
Read about the other seven Bizarre Sleep Disorders here
Time for me to walk on down the road…
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