Monday, December 8, 2008
Hey Its Monday!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Hockey Night in Urbana
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Snow
"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow." Robert Frost
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sad Monday
Friday, November 21, 2008
End of the Week
"With out friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods." Aristotle
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Literature for Tuesday
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.1
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veiled
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand? 25
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to towered Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."
Monday, November 17, 2008
Follow a team that wins!
Monday Morning
"Never continue in a job you don't enjoy. If you're happy in what you're doing, you'll like yourself, you'll have inner peace. And if you have that, along with phyisical health, you will have had more success than you could possibly have imagined. " Johnny Carson
Friday, November 14, 2008
Hockey Night in Urbana
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Music and the Full Moon
If music be the food of love, play on;
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Literature for Tuesday
Today I am feeling like a bit of Shakespeare. So here is one of my favorite sonnets.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Walking on clouds
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. " Carl Jung
Thursday, November 6, 2008
For the beauty of the earth
For the beauty of the earth,
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Weeks End
"He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate." Henry David Thoreau
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Thought for Tuesday
"Take it from Richard, poor and lame,
Monday, November 3, 2008
Life is good
"There is more difference in the quality of our pleasures than in the amount." Ralph Waldo Emerson
Friday, October 31, 2008
It's Hockey Night in Urbana!
"People talke about skating, puck handling and shooting, but the whole sport is angles and caroms, forgetting the straight direction the puck is going, calculating where it will be directed, factoring in all the interruptions. Basically, my whole game is angles." Wayne Gretzky
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Thought for Tuesday
Monday, October 27, 2008
Feeling Happy
"For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation." Rainer Maria Rilke
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Hockey Weekend
”You miss 100% of the shots you never take.” Wayne Gretzky
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Baggage
"Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life." Sophia Loren
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Thought for Tuesday
Because it is October and I am dreaming of Scotland. Something from Robert Burns
Monday, October 20, 2008
Milwuakee
"Travel only with thy equals or thy betters; if there are none travel alone." The Dhammapada
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Magic Land
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Hockey Night in Urbana
”A good hockey player plays where the puck is. A great hockey player plays where the puck is going to be.” –Wayne Gretzky
Thought for Tuesday
Friday, October 10, 2008
FALL DAY
"Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work." Aristotle
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
There is harmony
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Thought for Tuesday
Monday, October 6, 2008
Weekend update
"I was at a fight and a Hockey game broke out" Bumper sticker
Friday, October 3, 2008
It's Hockey Night in Urbana!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
See the Beauty
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Civil War Re-enactment
"Politics, n. Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles." Ambrose Bierce
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thoughts for Tuesday
I think i will share some of my favorite authors and poets works on Tuesdays.
Today it will be Walt Whitman, born May 31, 1819, printer, journalist, teacher, poet.
Song at Sunset
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
Inflating my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space, sphere of unnumber'd spirits,
Illustrious the mystery of motion in all beings, even the tiniest insect,
Illustrious the attribute of speech, the senses, the body,
Illustrious the passing light--illustrious the pale reflection on
the new moon in the western sky,
Illustrious whatever I see or hear or touch, to the last.
Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of death.
Wonderful to depart!
Wonderful to be here!
The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
To breathe the air, how delicious!
To speak--to walk--to seize something by the hand!
To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color'd flesh!
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large!
To be this incredible God I am!
To have gone forth among other Gods, these men and women I love.
Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (surely it is alive!)
How the trees rise and stand up, with strong trunks, with branches
and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the trees, some living soul.)
O amazement of things--even the least particle!
O spirituality of things!
O strain musical flowing through ages and continents, now reaching
me and America!
I take your strong chords, intersperse them, and cheerfully pass
them forward.
I too carol the sun, usher'd or at noon, or as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth and of all the
growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.
As I steam'd down the Mississippi,
As I wander'd over the prairies,
As I have lived, as I have look'd through my windows my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east,
As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach
of the Western Sea,
As I roam'd the streets of inland Chicago, whatever streets I have roam'd,
Or cities or silent woods, or even amid the sights of war,
Wherever I have been I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.
I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,
I sing the endless finales of things,
I say Nature continues, glory continues,
I praise with electric voice,
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe,
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.
O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.