tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98471242024-03-14T07:42:40.523-05:00walksinbeauty3Traditional Christian Pentecostal values, the finer things in life, conservative musings...and sports too!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-22765478379056921542013-03-21T10:58:00.001-05:002013-03-21T10:58:52.108-05:00Dancing With the Stars, NCAA editionToday, 64 teams with big dreams and bigger hearts begin their pursuit of the the national championship. Every team, from the biggest brand-name universities to the smaller private colleges believes that the national championship can be theirs. With Kentucky's epic loss to Robert Morris in the NIT, no less, there will be no repeat champion this year. Who will shine in the spotlight? Who will trip, fall, and leave the stage with their heads bowed and spirits bruised? These answers will begin to be answered today. <br />
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There is a Cinderella awaiting "her" crown, usually the small college with big dreams and bigger plays that shock a higher-ranked team into elimination, and an early trip home. Soon, the statistics gurus will be chin deep in factoids and sound bites, and the odds makers will be scrambling to keep up with it all. With brackets filled out, and anticipation building, let the Madness begin!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-89225096629753241862012-04-13T20:02:00.000-05:002012-04-13T20:02:14.127-05:00PensiveI have had a love affair with pens from a very young age. As a left-handed writer, I remember handing in cursive worksheets with smudges on them, and deciding that pencils were the bane of my fifth-grade existence. When I heard that sixth graders were allowed to use pens in every class but math, I was ecstatic. I loved the fluidity that pens offered, and when I used them my handwriting was mostly legible. My goal was to acquire the best pens I could, and my allowance money was quickly disposed of as the search for "The Perfect Pen" began. I began to understand the metric system, but only as it applied to the size of pen nibs. Yes, there is a difference between .6 and .7 millimeter nibs, if you look closely enough. The lines they make are subtly different. <br />
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The boring blues, blacks, and reds of the lowly ballpoint pens pale in comparison to the peacock blue and fuchsia hues available in the nicer pens. My hybrid cursive/manuscipt writing improved though my ink color choices did not impress my teachers. Green was frowned upon, and hot pink was deemed too close to red, the "penultimate" choice of educators for corrections to be made. <br />
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Fast forward a few decades, and you will still find me carefully choosing the pens that will be gracing my shabby chic pen holder with their presence, next to the number two pencils, who always seem a little in awe of their glamorous new "neighbors." Just wait, pencils, until the Queen of Pens, the Lamy Safari, arrives in all her finery.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-78965076706656421542012-02-29T20:45:00.003-06:002012-02-29T20:45:47.881-06:00R.I.P., cursiveThe fine art of cursive writing seems to be in decline. Many schools prefer to teach their students computer keyboarding skills, believing that these skills will serve the students better in the future. I think the students are being short-changed. If the family computer is viral, or there is an electric outage, completing that rough draft in longhand will be impossible. Because keyboarding classes are making penmanship classes a rarity, the student may not even be able to write in manuscript legibly, much less cursive. Also, documents originally completed in script, such as the Declaration of Independence, may be unreadable by future generations who only recognize letters in simple fonts like Arial.. <br />
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Like the hieroglyphics of the past, the cursive writings of more recent history may soon only be readable by scholars who specialize in "ancient" writings. "The handwriting's on the wall." Let's make sure it's legible, and keep it relevant!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-37307499941424783702012-01-01T20:28:00.000-06:002012-01-01T20:30:39.959-06:00BookloveIt's 2012, and my literary resolutions are to blog & write more, and to read books I've had that are gathering dust on my bookshelves. These dozen or so books are like orphaned puppies; they want attention, and soon. I hope to venture to places created by Charles Dickens & Jane Austen, and read a book of short stories, something I've never done before. When it's winter, there is nothing more relaxing than tuning out the world, and reading. Literary adventures await, and I plan to enjoy the journey.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-58783362174054962692011-12-20T20:14:00.000-06:002011-12-31T19:56:29.987-06:00Some Thoughts on Christina Rossetti<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am currently reading a biography about the life of Christina Rossetti, the Pre-Raphaelite English poet, whose "In the Bleak Midwinter" is so popular this time of year. You can read the text of the poem here: <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/238450">http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/238450</a> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have always been curious about the melancholy tone of many of her poems. Many are tinged with sadness, and speak of longing for the respite of death. Rossetti lived in England in the mid-1800s, a time when single women seeking employment were often encouraged to be governesses, then wives. Literary genius was thought to be gifted largely to men, but increasingly, women were laying this myth to rest. Also, the many imperfections of a worldly existence paled in comparison to the Heavenly reward awaiting a child of God. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Angst was a vital component of creative genius, and Christina Rossetti channeled this into many of her works. She used her God-given talent to lay bare her soul, and her poetry reflects this on so many levels. Her works survive to this day because the emotions she repressed in her daily life poured themselves out onto the page via her pen. I, for one, am grateful for her openness. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-11291784041542286452011-05-10T12:46:00.000-05:002011-05-10T12:46:46.014-05:00A Font to RememberIt's time to come clean. My name is Leslee, and I'm a fontaholic. A fontaholic is one who, when presented with a body of text, takes more time choosing the font for the text than creating the text itself. There is a dizzying array from which to choose. Do I bore people to death with Times New Roman or Arial? Matisse can cause serious eye strain if the font size is too small. If Fiolex Girls is overused, no one takes you seriously. <br />
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Many moons ago, at the esteemed university I attended (the "Harvard of western Wisconsin") the available font choices were few, and Pica and Elite were pretty much it. Had there been more fonts available, I would probably still be in my dorm's basement, wondering whether to use Papyrus or Segoe Script for my final paper in Dr. Brohaugh's Shakespearean Tragedy class. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-46790533450307119482011-04-30T16:41:00.002-05:002011-04-30T18:49:01.255-05:00A Little Pomp for our Circumstances....Gas prices are high, national morale is low. Leave it to our friends across the pond to raise our collective spirit with a pageantry unmatched by a simple love match, watched by billions of people worldwide. William and Kate's wedding lived up to its expectations, and rewarded viewers with soaring voices and ceilings, and tidbits of trivia that only diehard royalty fans can appreciate. I, for one, am glad to know that William & Kate are cousins, 12 times removed. In addition to ancestry analysis, there were the fashion police. They loved the dresses worn by Kate, and her sister Pippa. They derided the prime minister's wife, Samantha Cameron, who was the only hatless guest at the wedding. Perhaps Victoria Beckham and Princess Beatrice, among others, should have followed Mrs. Cameron's example. <br />
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There was the cute antics of a 3-year-old bridesmaid covering her ears to block out the crowd's noisy cheers. Later, the Duke & Duchess of Cambridge rode in an Aston Martin as they departed from Buckingham Palace. For the couple that seem to genuinely love and respect each other, and for the worldwide audience, it was a day that gave new meaning to the words of English poet Robert Browning: "Oh to be in England, now that April's there..."<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-75177265303420153892011-03-28T20:24:00.000-05:002011-03-28T20:24:57.647-05:00Wholly Writ<span style="font-family: inherit;">With</span> the proliferation of e-books, e-readers, and e-mail, it would seem that traditional bookstores and publishers would be fearful of their futures. After all, why buy books online, and have them mailed, or trudge to the bookstore or library in subzero temperatures? With one click and little cash, that New York Times bestseller can be yours in a matter of seconds. <br />
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I have nothing against e-readers and their owners. What bothers me is that the future of print books doesn't seem to be bothering enough people. There is something almost sacred about holding a book in your hands or resting it on your lap, turning the pages to see what happens next. It's cool to buy a secondhand book with an inscription from the previous owner penned inside: "To Doris, on the occasion of her 18th birthday. With Love & Affection, Mom & Dad. 1942." Such inscriptions will become obsolete in the e-book era, and along with it, historical significance. <br />
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Print books still have a place in today's society. I hope that people will still value print books, collect them, and have shelves full of them. True literacy will survive when a legacy in print is bequeathed to future generations. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-86746857435352649752011-01-27T16:11:00.000-06:002011-01-27T16:11:45.833-06:00Memories...light the corners of his mind....I was driving my little guy home from preschool when out of the blue he asks me, "Mom, remember the peeing pig?" Last October, at a pumpkin farm, there was a pig there who was a very prolific "pee-er." Its skills were on display for about a minute and a half, and the audience was awestruck. It was number one at going number one. For my son to bring this up out of the blue is hilarious, adorable, and typical of boys.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-40121400022100765072011-01-14T12:49:00.000-06:002011-01-14T12:49:44.152-06:00Patriot MissiveBesides me, is anyone in Minnesota cheering for the Patriots? Their mastery on the football field is something to behold. They are a poverty of words (with the possible exception of Wes Welker) and a wealth of talent. Some nameless opponents choose the opposite road, which leads to their desctruction and demise. With their killer offense, and solid defense they, I believe, will be crowned the 2011 Super Bowl champions. Now, if we could just get Tom Brady to get a haircut....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-40594773810156857152010-04-09T21:55:00.000-05:002010-04-09T21:55:38.717-05:00Where have I been all my life??!Okay, I admit it. I have been Twitterized. I want to come home. I want my blog back! I want more than just 140 characters to express my thoughts. So here I am in all my (blogging) glory. I am looking forward to the 2010 elections, to cleaning House (& Senate) for that matter. I am keenly interested in who will be chosen to be John Paul Stevens's successor in the Supreme Court. I want to visit Massachusetts soon, which is amazing, considering how liberal the state is, but so, unfortunately, is the state in which I currently reside. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-38022577941201729102009-08-15T20:14:00.003-05:002009-08-15T20:24:44.602-05:00Summertime..and the losing is easy...I am not having any luck with my fantasy teams. My FOX Fantasy team is a sieve, with roster holes so huge, I can only see 5th place with a high-powered telescope. I am seeing red, as in crosses, by name like Torii Hunter, Jake Peavy, Ted Lilly and Scott Rolen, just to name a few. And let's not even talk about the ESPN Best Ball Challenge. With apologies to "Sonny with a Chance," my team name should be "Loser Force 4."<br /><br />I can only hope, that with Tom Brady's return, that my fantasy football team will be a force to be reckoned with.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-8667655252362572382009-06-23T09:43:00.003-05:002009-06-23T13:11:43.471-05:00Benched...Singin' the 15-Day DL BluesStarring.... <br /><br />Jake Peavy, Padres pitcher/lead vocalist; <br /><br />Carlos Beltran, Mets center fielder/lead guitar; <br /><br />and last but not least: Raul Ibanez, Phillies left fielder on drums<br /><br />Get Well Soon....PLEASE!!!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-54889406000431475322009-05-21T12:22:00.003-05:002009-05-21T12:38:10.802-05:00Bugged...or WHACK to natureHere in my little corner of the world, we have had an abnormally cold spring. Somehow this hasn't slowed the proliferation of insects from making themselves at home in my home. A black ant was crawling on my neck one night last week as I slept. I grabbed it and threw it against the wall. CSI, with the "I" standing for insect, occurred the next morning. At least it wasn't a black widow. <br /><br />A wasp stung me and I still have the evidence on my wrist. Then the worst moment so far for this ant-whacker... my toddler son walks up to me, his chubby fist encasing some new treasure. It turned out to be a half-dead box elder bug. Just typing the words gives me the creeps. The mosquitoes with their GPS systems set for a direct hit on me, haven't discovered me...yet. It's only a matter of time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-19457793638640648322009-05-09T19:55:00.000-05:002009-05-09T19:57:02.328-05:00HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsiLMyuRcAMG9tvDiYZmLkLxs-GxexKMIFO0jCh9600nmMsVVm_rEEQ9_V3vnwRoB-8m3krFlRj5tB-ba_vW8TjgnPlvauviMjqwo4qo-YwUC4Q0Ucj_ncyQI1wad-tavZtRj4Q/s1600-h/mothers-day-clipart-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsiLMyuRcAMG9tvDiYZmLkLxs-GxexKMIFO0jCh9600nmMsVVm_rEEQ9_V3vnwRoB-8m3krFlRj5tB-ba_vW8TjgnPlvauviMjqwo4qo-YwUC4Q0Ucj_ncyQI1wad-tavZtRj4Q/s400/mothers-day-clipart-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333992738141252322" /></a><br /><br />RICHER THAN GOLD <br /><br />You may have tangible wealth untold;<br />Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.<br />Richer than I you can never be --<br />I had a mother who read to me.<br />-- Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954) <br /><br /><br />WONDERFUL MOTHER <br /><br />God made a wonderful mother,<br />A mother who never grows old;<br />He made her smile of the sunshine,<br />And He moulded her heart of pure gold;<br />In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,<br />In her cheeks fair roses you see;<br />God made a wonderful mother,<br />And He gave that dear mother to me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-28431330555089597502009-02-14T11:02:00.003-06:002009-02-14T11:10:19.492-06:00Bonne Saint Valentin!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRdK3QkDxHajM99r_Y98d3ZMNDlvwg0vDmguxxx_dSXve1XL6j-32TW8KTGZMbMwv_NX6ZBNy-TsbCSPBg2jVWsDuO_J8F1f4T5uCgJKQ4XaFW5gq5h6CkZzVsxdrOM2wtQC-eQ/s1600-h/cupids-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRdK3QkDxHajM99r_Y98d3ZMNDlvwg0vDmguxxx_dSXve1XL6j-32TW8KTGZMbMwv_NX6ZBNy-TsbCSPBg2jVWsDuO_J8F1f4T5uCgJKQ4XaFW5gq5h6CkZzVsxdrOM2wtQC-eQ/s320/cupids-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302700420140532402" /></a><br /><br />From 1 Corinthians 13 (New King James Version)<br /><br />Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing. <br /><br />Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. <br /><br />But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-44718503602981384412009-01-28T11:25:00.004-06:002009-02-20T11:34:40.974-06:00STOP THE INANITY!!!Commenting on the following editorial by Joel Stein of the LA Times:<br />.<a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/columnists/la-oe-stein23-2009jan23,0,3517177.column"></a><br /><br />It seems the celebrities are falling all over themselves to be among those making "presidential pledges." Some promise to 'smile more'; others to 'laugh more.' Alyssa Milano wants to 'be the voice for those who have no voice.' Were they asked to expain themselves further, one wonders how long these people would keep blathering on. <br /><br />Perhaps, if some of the celebrities talked less, the air quality conditions in California would improve dramaticallyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-59910201722109927172009-01-26T19:59:00.003-06:002009-01-26T20:03:20.772-06:00"Always Kiss Me Goodnight"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZfR7xlzvom9ScdRbXbNsabIn1q3KGSz2JL8Whg_8iFtxWsaeQDiotPAsI7OgLGRggMyxec8uOYqfStShAxl848ANkKm70ck-oCfbIoQ9-Wr79akQn5JX1no-pUckBldEJTRtXw/s1600-h/victorian-bride.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZfR7xlzvom9ScdRbXbNsabIn1q3KGSz2JL8Whg_8iFtxWsaeQDiotPAsI7OgLGRggMyxec8uOYqfStShAxl848ANkKm70ck-oCfbIoQ9-Wr79akQn5JX1no-pUckBldEJTRtXw/s320/victorian-bride.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295787726277295410" /></a><br /><br />Here is the poem that inspired the plaques you see everywhere:<br /><br />The Art of Marriage by Wilfred Arlan Peterson<br /><br />Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens.<br />A good marriage must be created.<br />In the Art of Marriage, the little things are the big things:<br />It is never being too old to hold hands.<br />It is remembering to say “I Love You” at least once every day.<br />It is never going to sleep angry.<br />It is at no time taking the other for granted; the courtship should not end <br />with this day, it should continue through all the years.<br />It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.<br />It is standing together facing the world.<br />It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family. <br />It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, <br />but in the spirit of joy.<br /><br />It is speaking words of appreciation, and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.<br />It is not looking for perfection in each other.<br />It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding, and a sense of humour.<br />It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.<br />It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.<br />It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.<br />It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal,<br />dependance is mutual, and the obligation is reciprocal.<br />It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partnerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-60943630946088912972008-12-29T19:44:00.002-06:002008-12-29T19:59:25.369-06:00Sports tickerBest of Luck in the Music City Bowl, Boston College...kill Vandy....Go Golden Gophers, mangle the Jayhawks in the Insight Bowl...Hoyas...humiliate the Huskies of UConn...Pats welcomed Matt, but no playoff berth this year...bummer...I like Vikes...Hope for McNabb's sake, the playoff game doesn't end in a tie...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-28382286342963800322008-12-19T19:49:00.007-06:002008-12-19T20:49:18.212-06:00A poem for winter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0hfio61r62_q0HzDn7lC9Efk9bMTipe91ke9XwqTA-22Uyojb4HuF-mSRMeV0f_H_hel8mqlshF6MdTSrCn_v7l0hcJ-HfIVbUWjBaRGIUXrmUAY4HNcYdDyiBRhzzo_Ti1CPQ/s1600-h/christmas-scenes-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0hfio61r62_q0HzDn7lC9Efk9bMTipe91ke9XwqTA-22Uyojb4HuF-mSRMeV0f_H_hel8mqlshF6MdTSrCn_v7l0hcJ-HfIVbUWjBaRGIUXrmUAY4HNcYdDyiBRhzzo_Ti1CPQ/s400/christmas-scenes-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281697964697891730" /></a><br />To those of you in the Upper Midwest:<br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">(From </span><a href="http://www.infoplease.com/t/poetry/modern-verse/winter-ride.html"><span style="font-family:georgia;">http://www.infoplease.com/t/poetry/modern-verse/winter-ride.html</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> comes the following poem by Amy Lowell):</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><a id="winter-ride" jquery1229737634802="58"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A Winter Ride<br />Who shall declare the joy of the running!<br />Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!<br />Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,<br />Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.<br />Everything mortal has moments immortal,<br />Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.<br />So with the stretch of the white road before me,<br />Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun,<br />Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows,<br />Strong with the strength of my horse as we run.<br />Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight!<br />Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>May this poem's richly textured vignettes inspire and comfort you as you slog through slush and snow this cold December. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-63664579189155138652008-11-13T21:56:00.002-06:002008-11-13T22:07:14.157-06:00Countdown to the Met Opera BroadcastsT-minus 16 days and counting!!<br /><br />From the Met Opera website:<br /><br /><em>"The November 29 performance of</em> La Damnation de Faust <em>marks the beginning of the 78th season of Saturday matinee radio broadcasts, heard in more than 40 countries over the Toll Brothers–Metropolitan Opera International Radio Network."</em><br /><em></em><br />Turn up the radio, tune out the world and enjoy.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-50127190298615113432008-11-11T13:47:00.003-06:002008-11-11T13:57:10.824-06:00Red & Yellow Duds a Dud; Sergio Wins, Looks Like a StudSergio Garcia's wardrobe and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PGA</span> malfunctions seem to be a thing of the past. In May, the Spaniard captured The Players Championship crown. On Sunday, he won the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HSBC</span> Championship on a playoff hole. He is now the No. 2 player in the world. Dude, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">whoever's</span> in charge of your wardrobe and putting instruction deserves a raise.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-68987749309783066892008-11-09T20:19:00.002-06:002008-11-11T13:47:17.786-06:00BOSTON COLLLEGE 17, NOTRE DAME 0'Nuff said.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-74028767654549852142008-11-05T16:50:00.004-06:002008-11-11T13:45:16.052-06:00Shock and AwfulWell, folks, Election Day is over. Thank goodness all those political ads are too.<br /><br />Currently, conservatism has been sucker-punched. I for one will be happy to help it up off the floor, brush it off, and restore it to its former glory. Obama is now our (<em>gulp</em>) President-elect, and all I can say is...let the carnage begin, so we can get it over with.<br /><br />When we as Americans look back on our country in the year 2012, it will be a shadow of its former self, this much I know. The dazzling persona, the celebrity that is Barack Obama is will lose its luster less than one year from now as the radical agenda he proposes is carried out in all its liberal glory.<br /><br />Many people look at Obama through rose-colored glasses. He is their messiah and will save them from a life of poverty and mediocrity. What will they think when they find out he is a mere mortal like the rest of us? The dawn of this realization will be far more painful than any circumstances they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">currently</span> find themselves in.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847124.post-88602541982417877842008-09-15T12:21:00.003-05:002008-09-15T12:33:54.530-05:00Fantasy Football sans Tom BradyHow can these words possible exist as a cohesive thought, a rational statement? His season is done. Matt Cassel, you have huge cleats to fill. About the only thing I have to celebrate is the fact that I am pummeling my opponent in fantasy football, who, upon seeing that Brady was gone for the year, snuck out and picked up Cassel. Nice guy. Having a Tom Brady-sized hole in your roster is not for the faint of heart. Filling up that hole is not fun either.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501633775681488878noreply@blogger.com0