Absolutely Amazing Card Trick
This is freaking me out because I can't figure out how it works!!!! And it works every time. Of course it's midnight and I'm lucky I can still focus on the monitor screen.
Monday, March 11, 2002
Michael Moore: We Know Where He Is
Michael Moore, "Author, Filmmaker, NonEvildoer" tells of his amost getting arrested at a book signing in San Diego. So, now I have another non-fiction book to add to my pile: Stupid White Men.. I might have to either give up blogging or give up reading books written by bloggers.
Michael Moore, "Author, Filmmaker, NonEvildoer" tells of his amost getting arrested at a book signing in San Diego. So, now I have another non-fiction book to add to my pile: Stupid White Men.. I might have to either give up blogging or give up reading books written by bloggers.
Elise Tomek, Where Are You???
Mike Sanders' blog reminded me that I meant to put out a call for Elise as well. She moved her web site because she was getting harassed online by someone or someones and didn't leave her moving address for that reason. However, I'm with Mike about hoping that she did not leave the blogging community and will find some way to let us know how to connect with her again.
Mike Sanders' blog reminded me that I meant to put out a call for Elise as well. She moved her web site because she was getting harassed online by someone or someones and didn't leave her moving address for that reason. However, I'm with Mike about hoping that she did not leave the blogging community and will find some way to let us know how to connect with her again.
Speaking of Journalism
My politically conservative cousin emailed me this list, but I think it's worth a chuckle anyway:
1. The Wall Street Journal is read by the people who run the country.
2. The New York Times is read by people who think they run the country.
3. The Washington Post is read by people who think they should run the country.
4. USA Today is read by people who think they ought to run the country but don't really understand the Washington Post. They do, however, like their smog statistics shown in pie charts.
5. The Los Angeles Times is read by people who wouldn't mind running the country, if they could spare the time, and if they didn't have to leave L.A. to do it.
6. The Boston Globe is read by people whose parents used to run the country and they did a far superior job of it, thank you very much.
7. The New York Daily News is read by people who aren't too sure who's running the country, and don't really care as long as they can get a seat on the train.
8. The New York Post is read by people who don't care who's running the country either, as long as they do something really scandalous, preferably while intoxicated.
9. The San Francisco Chronicle is read by people who aren't sure there is a country, or that anyone is running it; but whoever it is, they oppose all that they stand for. There are occasional exceptions if the leaders are handicapped, minorities, feminists, atheists, or
happen to be illegal aliens from ANY country or galaxy -- as long as they are Democrats.
10. The Miami Herald is read by people who are running another country but need the baseball scores.
(So, how would we classify people who read blogs?)
My politically conservative cousin emailed me this list, but I think it's worth a chuckle anyway:
1. The Wall Street Journal is read by the people who run the country.
2. The New York Times is read by people who think they run the country.
3. The Washington Post is read by people who think they should run the country.
4. USA Today is read by people who think they ought to run the country but don't really understand the Washington Post. They do, however, like their smog statistics shown in pie charts.
5. The Los Angeles Times is read by people who wouldn't mind running the country, if they could spare the time, and if they didn't have to leave L.A. to do it.
6. The Boston Globe is read by people whose parents used to run the country and they did a far superior job of it, thank you very much.
7. The New York Daily News is read by people who aren't too sure who's running the country, and don't really care as long as they can get a seat on the train.
8. The New York Post is read by people who don't care who's running the country either, as long as they do something really scandalous, preferably while intoxicated.
9. The San Francisco Chronicle is read by people who aren't sure there is a country, or that anyone is running it; but whoever it is, they oppose all that they stand for. There are occasional exceptions if the leaders are handicapped, minorities, feminists, atheists, or
happen to be illegal aliens from ANY country or galaxy -- as long as they are Democrats.
10. The Miami Herald is read by people who are running another country but need the baseball scores.
(So, how would we classify people who read blogs?)
Life Is A Dance
Life is like a beanstalk, isn't it? (I think the beanstalk thing is from some 60s or 70s psychedelic rock song. I remember that I made my brother a wall hanging back then with a beanstalk and that phrase.) And it's also like a box of chocolates.
But for me, it's a dance (at the center of which is the Stillpoint).
So yesterday, while Jeneane was watching the movie of Peter Pan with babyblogger (the first time for both of them), I was getting dressed to go out and dance. Which I did for 2 and a half hours of non-stop waltz, tango, salsa, fox trot, hustle, rhumba, samba, swing (east and west coast) -- you name it I did it. And for a change there were plenty of guys to dance with who really know how to lead. Ballroom dancing is as close to romance that I get these days, which is fine with me. It's also my major form of exercise. If I don't come home drenched with sweat I haven't danced enough.
I write a column for a monthly regional dance magazine. I write whatever I want to about ballroom and social dancing. For my next column, I'm going to use some of burningbird's blog on romance as a theme. Ah, the bountiful benefits of blogging.
Life is like a beanstalk, isn't it? (I think the beanstalk thing is from some 60s or 70s psychedelic rock song. I remember that I made my brother a wall hanging back then with a beanstalk and that phrase.) And it's also like a box of chocolates.
But for me, it's a dance (at the center of which is the Stillpoint).
So yesterday, while Jeneane was watching the movie of Peter Pan with babyblogger (the first time for both of them), I was getting dressed to go out and dance. Which I did for 2 and a half hours of non-stop waltz, tango, salsa, fox trot, hustle, rhumba, samba, swing (east and west coast) -- you name it I did it. And for a change there were plenty of guys to dance with who really know how to lead. Ballroom dancing is as close to romance that I get these days, which is fine with me. It's also my major form of exercise. If I don't come home drenched with sweat I haven't danced enough.
I write a column for a monthly regional dance magazine. I write whatever I want to about ballroom and social dancing. For my next column, I'm going to use some of burningbird's blog on romance as a theme. Ah, the bountiful benefits of blogging.
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