Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
from “Winnie-The-Pooh” by A. A. Milne
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Einstein liked the picture very much. He cut it into shape so only he can still be seen. Then he had made several copies of it and sent the thus "manipulated" picture as a greeting card to friends later on.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
image via marie claire le maison
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.He then asked the students if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.He then asked the students again if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.Of course, the sand filled up everything else.He asked once more if the jar was full.The students responded with a unanimous "yes."The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions - and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.The sand is everything else - the small stuff.""If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls."The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you."Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue
* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them
* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
* Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
* Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
* The second mouse gets the cheese.
* When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
* We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names,and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
This is really really lovely. I hope you enjoy. The title: "I Dreamed A Dream" . I hope her dreams come true.
Silvia, the innovative creator is the founder, whose dream began with a concept about 21 years ago. She is a self-taught jewelry designer (talk about inspiring) and you will see her and her assistants at the rear of the store busily crafting pieces of jewelry (this makes a visit worthwhile even if you are just browsing.) Silvia's jewelry can take on several themes. Her English garden collection combines silk flowers, colored beads and buttons for a very feminine romantic feel. Some of her other jewelry feels trendy, full fashion and bold and sometimes futuristic. Multi-rowed wire bracelets with jewel -toned and facetted beads shine bright as do her signature plexi-colored cuff bracelets. She has such a unique and innovative way of threading beads & plastic colored shapes into fun necklaces, earrings, hair adornments and more. Can you tell I get excited about this place? Do drop in on your next visit to Florence, Italy. Love Falsi Gioelli!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
ALL I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM THE EASTER BUNNY
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Born into a privileged household, Potter was educated by governesses and grew up isolated from other children. She had numerous pets and, through holidays spent in Scotland and the Lake District, developed a love of landscape, flora and fauna, all of which she closely observed and painted. As a young woman her parents discouraged her intellectual development, but her study and paintings of fungi led her to be widely respected in the field of mycology. In her thirties Potter published the highly successful children's book The Tale of Peter Rabbit, and became secretly engaged to her publisher, Norman Warne, causing a breach with her parents, who disapproved of his social status. Warne died before the wedding could take place.
Potter began writing and illustrating children's books, and, having become financially independent of her parents, was able to buy a farm in the Lake District, which she extended with other purchases over time. In her forties she married a local solicitor, William Heelis. She became a sheep breeder and farmer while continuing to write and illustrate books for children, eventually publishing twenty-three. Potter died in 1943, and left almost all of her property to her husband who, after his death in 1945, left it to The National Trust in order to preserve the beauty of the Lake District as she had known it, protecting it from developers.
fascinated by the luminous sparkle of candied fruits,
the cloudy lustre of jellies,
the kaleidoscope inflorescence of acidulated fruitdrops
-- red, green, orange, violet: I coveted the colours themselves
as much as the pleasure they promised me."
Simone de Beauvoir (1908-1986) French Existentialist, writer
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I wanted to share it with all of you because it will make your heart smile and you will feel renewed. At least that's what I hope. It's how I felt when I saw it. If only life could be so easily joyful, people breaking into song and dance at any moment when you least expect it. We all need a dose of this.
I hope this takes you to a very happy place.
"Do not regret having lost yesterday...
do not fear that you
will lose tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Here is the GOLDEN ticket. We had three of them! One for my sister Jocelyn, one for her friend Susan, a tall lanky blond with hair like Cher, and me. In those days tickets to concerts were cheap. I don't remember how we got these tickets. Maybe Susan's father got them for us. Nevertheless, we had tickets to see the Beatles at Dodger Stadium and we were there that incredible summer night.
It was one of those moments in life that is unforgettable.
This is what it was like. A warm southern California night. A stadium made up of mostly young teenage girls. About 45,000 of them. Everyone was pretty calm when the other acts were singing. There was mostly the normal buzzing sound of conversation but a general disinterest in the entertainment. Everyone was anxiously awaiting the Beatles arrival on stage. I remember the announcer saying the Beatles were coming on. All of a sudden the screaming started and it just seemed to grow into a mass hysteria. I've read reports where the screaming was heard all the way down to Sunset Blvd. I believe it! When the Beatles ran on stage across some area of the field they looked like "ants". We were so high up in the bleachers we could not really see them well and in those days there was not any kind of sophisticated sound system or big screens to help you see or hear the performers. It didn't matter. They started to sing but you could not hear one word. All you could hear was screaming which would ebb and flo from loud to louder. At one point in the beginning I just looked around me. Screaming girls everywhere. Susan was crying and screaming. Everyone around us was screaming so... I started to scream too! Well, I guess you have to be very young to scream that loud for so long. It really didn't matter whether we could hear them or see them. What mattered to us that night and forever after I suppose, is that we were there, and were a part of the phenomenon known at Beatlemania. A once in a lifetime chance, as it turned out ,it was the second to the last performance on tour that they ever made together.
TOUR OF NORTH AMERICA, 1966,
12 August International Amphitheatre, Chicago13 August Olympia Stadium, Detroit
14 August Municipal Stadium, Cleveland
15 August Washington Stadium, Washington DC
16 August Philadelphia Stadium, Philadelphia
17 August Maple Leaf Gardens, Toronto
18 August Suffolk Downs Racecourse, Boston
19 August Mid-South Coliseum, Memphis
21 August Crosley Field, Cincinnati
21 August Busch Stadium, St Louis
23 August Shea Stadium, New York
25 August Seattle Coliseum, Seattle
28 August Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles
30 August Candlestick Park, San Francisco
*The Beatles first started touring in 1963 and made their first American tour in 1964. In November of 1966 it was announced that the previous concert season that summer was the last tour the Beatles would ever make.
The Beatles 1966 North American Tour program was available at Dodger Stadium during the concert. Of course we bought one.
Warm-up acts included soloist Bobby Hebb and bands "The Remains," "The Cyrkle," and "The Ronettes." But they proved to be no match for The Beatles, who performed 10 of their songs in a 30-minute period.
"I think when they first announced that The Beatles were coming to Dodger Stadium there were some doubts that they could sell 45,000 tickets. I think promoter Bob Eubanks had to put up some pretty high financing for them to agree to come there. Rumors were that he was concerned before, but then when the tickets finally took off, he was happy about it. As soon as we heard they were coming to the stadium, we started working with the (Los Angeles) Fire Department and a lot of people to see what we could do to keep the crowd from taking over the field, which they had done in a lot of other places." ...
*Dodger Stadium operations prepared for months in advance for the expected onslaught of fame and hysteria. But, no Dodger event could have readied them for what was about to unfold that Sunday. The Beatles were winding down their 14-city 1966 North America Concert Tour, as Dodger Stadium was their 13th stop. Other venues had difficulty keeping the over-enthusiastic "Beatlemaniacs" from mobbing the field and stage areas at the concert.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
"The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all these living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another. "
if you ever need a helping hand,
it's at the end of your arm,
as you get older,
remember you have another hand:
The first is to help yourself,
the second is to help others.”
One day as I was driving to school I saw him pedaling his bike uphill towards campus. I slowed down and honked my car horn and waved as I drove past him. I noted what an old bike it was. Soon after he arrived in my office on campus. After a few words I said, "I didn't think you'd ride such an old bike." He laughed and without missing a beat he said , "Well, I didn't think you'd drive such an old car!"
And this is sort of the way it all began...