TIME
Saturday, 31. October 2009, 21:17:45
STICKY POST
AUTUMN
Wednesday, 11. November 2009, 00:57:00
Autumn has come and it will soon be Winter. Already the trees are shedding their leaves helped by chilled winds. The yellows, oranges, reds and purples of the leaves now litter the ground. Why do they change colour and fall?
The Science Bit. They fall because a cork-like layer cuts off the supply of water to the leaf and so the green chlorophyll fades away exposing the colours underneath. The yellows/oranges come from carotenoids,and the reds/purples from anthocyanins in the leaf.
The Poetic Bit. Autumn has inspired many people to write about it:
Gerard Manley Hopkins. "Wonderful downpour of leaf. When the morning sun began to melt the first frost,they fell at one touch and in a few minutes a whole tree was flung of them; they lay masking and papering the ground at the foot. Then the tree seems to be looking down on its cast self as blue sky on snow after a long fall,its losing, its doing."
Andrew Young. "The scarlet hips hang on the briar, like coffins on the dead dog-rose, all were bright as though for earth, death were a gayer thing than birth."
George Crabbe. "On the right side the youth a wood survey`d, with all its dark intensity of shade ,when the rough wind alone was heard to move, and near the bean-sheaf stood ,the harvest done, and slowly blacken`d in the sickly sun."
Tennyson. "Sweetened with with summer light, the full-juiced apple waxing over-mellow, drops in a silent autumn night."
John Donne " No Spring, nor Summer Beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one Autumnal face."
STICKY POST
QUOTES , PROVERBS AND SAYINGS : AN ONGOING POST.
Wednesday, 28. October 2009, 15:53:09
"If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants" Isaac Newton
Anyone who goes to see a psychiatrist ought to have his head examined Samuel Goldwyn (Attrib.)
"Advice is seldom welcome; and those who want it the most always like it the least" Philip Dormer Stanhope, Earl of Chesterfield
"Of course a film should have a beginning, a middle, an end. But not necessarily in that order" Jean-Luc Goddard
"One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details" Oscar Wilde (Suggested by Carooline)
Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion..." Dorothy Parker (Suggested by darkesthour)
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by " Douglas Adams (ditto)
"I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
W B Yeats
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt" Abraham Lincoln [Attributed]
"The secret of being boring is to say every thing" Voltaire
"A book is like a garden carried in the pocket" Chinese proverb.
"If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?" Marie Dressler
"Every thing has its beauty, but not everyone sees it" Confucius
"Don`t part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" Mark Twain
"We are all in the gutter. But some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde
"Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech." Martin Tupper
"O, my love is like a red red rose,
That`s newly sprung in June,
O my love`s like the melody ,
That`s sweetly play`d in tune."
Robert Burns
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned." Paul Valery "
"Assassination is the extreme form of censorship" George Bernard Shaw
Anyone who goes to see a psychiatrist ought to have his head examined Samuel Goldwyn (Attrib.)
"Advice is seldom welcome; and those who want it the most always like it the least" Philip Dormer Stanhope, Earl of Chesterfield
"Of course a film should have a beginning, a middle, an end. But not necessarily in that order" Jean-Luc Goddard
"One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details" Oscar Wilde (Suggested by Carooline)
Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion..." Dorothy Parker (Suggested by darkesthour)
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by " Douglas Adams (ditto)
"I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
W B Yeats
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt" Abraham Lincoln [Attributed]
"The secret of being boring is to say every thing" Voltaire
"A book is like a garden carried in the pocket" Chinese proverb.
"If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?" Marie Dressler
"Every thing has its beauty, but not everyone sees it" Confucius
"Don`t part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" Mark Twain
"We are all in the gutter. But some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde
"Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech." Martin Tupper
"O, my love is like a red red rose,
That`s newly sprung in June,
O my love`s like the melody ,
That`s sweetly play`d in tune."
Robert Burns
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned." Paul Valery "
"Assassination is the extreme form of censorship" George Bernard Shaw
GLITTER POST
Monday, 2. November 2009, 21:56:29
MEMORIAL ( A Poem Published In German On Ivy3`s Blog Page )
Friday, 30. October 2009, 23:20:38
Drinking and driving: the death of an innocent
I went to a party, Mom, and thought of your words.
You had asked me to not drink, so I drank no alcohol.
I felt very proud, mom, just as you had predicted.
I have not been drinking before driving anything, Mom, even if the others mocked me.
I know that it was right, Mommy, and that you are always right.
The party is coming to an end, Mom, and all drive away.
When I got into my car, Mom, I knew that I would come home safely:
because of your education - as responsible and fair.
I drove slowly, Mommy, and turned into the street.
But the other driver did not see me
and his car hit me with full force.
As I lay on the pavement, Mom, I heard the policeman say,
the other was drunk.
And now I'm the one who has to pay the penalty.
I'm lying here dying, Mom, oh please, come \ 'but fast.
How could this happen to me?
My life burst like a balloon.
All around, everything is full of blood, "Mama, most of it is from me.
I hear the medic say, Mom, that there is no help for me.
I wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear, I really have not drunk anything.
It was the others, Mommy, who have not given easily. (??)
He was probably at the same party as I was, Mom.
The only difference is this:
He has been drinking, and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I now have severe pain, like a knife as sharp.
The man who hit me, Mom, running around, and I'm lying here dying.
He looks stupid.
Tell my brother that he should not cry, Mom.
And Dad to be brave.
And then when I'm in Heaven, Mom, writes \ "Daddy's Girl \" on my tombstone.
Someone should tell him not to drink Mom, and then drive.
If anyone had told him that, someone, Mom, I would live.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom, I'm very afraid.
Please do not cry for me, Mom.
You were always there when I needed you.
I just have one last question, Mom, before I go away from here:
I did not drink before driving, why I am the one who must die?
* This poem was brought to a high school in the U.S. In circulation then in the previous week, two students were killed in a car accident.
It should give us pause, and I would ask you to copy and transmit, or publish it, perhaps even on your homepage.
It will go around the whole world, because if many people read this poem, thinking that it might be driven again, that drunk car!
IVY3
I went to a party, Mom, and thought of your words.
You had asked me to not drink, so I drank no alcohol.
I felt very proud, mom, just as you had predicted.
I have not been drinking before driving anything, Mom, even if the others mocked me.
I know that it was right, Mommy, and that you are always right.
The party is coming to an end, Mom, and all drive away.
When I got into my car, Mom, I knew that I would come home safely:
because of your education - as responsible and fair.
I drove slowly, Mommy, and turned into the street.
But the other driver did not see me
and his car hit me with full force.
As I lay on the pavement, Mom, I heard the policeman say,
the other was drunk.
And now I'm the one who has to pay the penalty.
I'm lying here dying, Mom, oh please, come \ 'but fast.
How could this happen to me?
My life burst like a balloon.
All around, everything is full of blood, "Mama, most of it is from me.
I hear the medic say, Mom, that there is no help for me.
I wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear, I really have not drunk anything.
It was the others, Mommy, who have not given easily. (??)
He was probably at the same party as I was, Mom.
The only difference is this:
He has been drinking, and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I now have severe pain, like a knife as sharp.
The man who hit me, Mom, running around, and I'm lying here dying.
He looks stupid.
Tell my brother that he should not cry, Mom.
And Dad to be brave.
And then when I'm in Heaven, Mom, writes \ "Daddy's Girl \" on my tombstone.
Someone should tell him not to drink Mom, and then drive.
If anyone had told him that, someone, Mom, I would live.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom, I'm very afraid.
Please do not cry for me, Mom.
You were always there when I needed you.
I just have one last question, Mom, before I go away from here:
I did not drink before driving, why I am the one who must die?
* This poem was brought to a high school in the U.S. In circulation then in the previous week, two students were killed in a car accident.
It should give us pause, and I would ask you to copy and transmit, or publish it, perhaps even on your homepage.
It will go around the whole world, because if many people read this poem, thinking that it might be driven again, that drunk car!
IVY3
A FEW ONLINE PERSONALITY QUIZS I TOOK.
Sunday, 18. October 2009, 13:52:47
THEY ARE A BIT CONTRADICTARY !!
See:http://www.blogthings.com/topics/
| You Crave a Purposeful Life |
 You don't need to be the one who changes the world, but you would like to change a few lives. You want to be generous and warm-hearted toward others. Life is hard enough as is. You believe life is mostly about how you treat other people. What kind of person you are matters. |
MY OPERATION.
Saturday, 17. October 2009, 21:56:45
26/10/09. A bit of a delay in finishing this.
DON`T PANIC!! it`s not a boring account of blood and guts,
well no blood and guts at least!
The previous Tuesday I went into hospital for an operation on my knee, which I had damaged ages ago, but put off going to the doctor about. I was seen by a specialist and after an X ray and MRI scan was booked for a "procedure" on the the 13th of October.
The day of the operation finally arrive and I went to the hospital with much trepidation and foreboding.I was processed, then changed into a hospital gown and special socks. There were six people having similar operations and we were put together in a waiting area. All of us were very quiet. However within 10/15 minutes we were talking, by 25/30 minutes we were joking as the humour grew dark. There was a definite camaraderie developing. We ended up laughing about having the wrong leg being done or having an amputation. Does not sound funny, but it was a the time! People have probably done this through out history as away of coping with stress.
During this we were spoken to either individually or as a group by the Consultant`s Registrar, the anaesthetist and finally the Consultant in his operating theatre clothes.(I shall avoid making a joke here about him being a cut above all the other surgeons
) One by one we were calmly escorted to the theatre by a nurse.
I was taken into a room next to the theatre to be prepared.I was hooked up to a heart monitor and I heard a beep......beep......beep,
the nurse inserted a needle in my hand,Beep....beep....beep and connected a drip,beep...beep...beep. All the time we talking about something general. The anaesthetist came in, beep..beep..beep.
He joined the conversation while injecting into the line,beep beep beep beep.................,
I woke up in the recovery room . I cannot describe the relief I felt!! I think that this proves that anaesthetics are painless! After being taken to the recovery room I was given Tea and Biscuits which if you`re British, is like giving Spinach to Popeye,
you can take on the world!! The nurses gave me some extra biscuits because I called them Angels. I was back to normal in minutes, with the only side effect that I couldn`t stop talking!
Later I was collected and taken home. There were no real problems apart from a stiff swollen knee and excruciatingly sore throat *!*!*! that took almost a week to get better.
One of the reasons I wrote this is to praise the care I received. At each stage of the process from assessment to discharge I was given excellent care, attention and support while preserving my dignity. All of this for "free". The National Health Service is criticized as having problems ,but for me and my fellow patients it worked well. I wish to thank all the staff.
DON`T PANIC!! it`s not a boring account of blood and guts,
well no blood and guts at least!The previous Tuesday I went into hospital for an operation on my knee, which I had damaged ages ago, but put off going to the doctor about. I was seen by a specialist and after an X ray and MRI scan was booked for a "procedure" on the the 13th of October.
The day of the operation finally arrive and I went to the hospital with much trepidation and foreboding.I was processed, then changed into a hospital gown and special socks. There were six people having similar operations and we were put together in a waiting area. All of us were very quiet. However within 10/15 minutes we were talking, by 25/30 minutes we were joking as the humour grew dark. There was a definite camaraderie developing. We ended up laughing about having the wrong leg being done or having an amputation. Does not sound funny, but it was a the time! People have probably done this through out history as away of coping with stress.
During this we were spoken to either individually or as a group by the Consultant`s Registrar, the anaesthetist and finally the Consultant in his operating theatre clothes.(I shall avoid making a joke here about him being a cut above all the other surgeons
) One by one we were calmly escorted to the theatre by a nurse.I was taken into a room next to the theatre to be prepared.I was hooked up to a heart monitor and I heard a beep......beep......beep,
the nurse inserted a needle in my hand,Beep....beep....beep and connected a drip,beep...beep...beep. All the time we talking about something general. The anaesthetist came in, beep..beep..beep. He joined the conversation while injecting into the line,beep beep beep beep................., I woke up in the recovery room . I cannot describe the relief I felt!! I think that this proves that anaesthetics are painless! After being taken to the recovery room I was given Tea and Biscuits which if you`re British, is like giving Spinach to Popeye, you can take on the world!! The nurses gave me some extra biscuits because I called them Angels. I was back to normal in minutes, with the only side effect that I couldn`t stop talking! Later I was collected and taken home. There were no real problems apart from a stiff swollen knee and excruciatingly sore throat *!*!*! that took almost a week to get better.
One of the reasons I wrote this is to praise the care I received. At each stage of the process from assessment to discharge I was given excellent care, attention and support while preserving my dignity. All of this for "free". The National Health Service is criticized as having problems ,but for me and my fellow patients it worked well. I wish to thank all the staff.
FUNNY SIGN
Wednesday, 14. October 2009, 16:21:28
I saw this in a newspaper in an article about organizations unable to spell or use the correct words. We all make mistakes, but these are often government bodies. I hope there is a public lavatory near by !! 
For other funny signs see: http://my.opera.com/Zaphira/albums/show.dml?id=624685 
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