School takes all my time! Gak.

another one...finally

So I looked for those stupid animals for, uh, about 40 hours in the cold, rain, wind, etc., but apparently they didn't get the memo.  Oh well, tons of fun as usual.  Life moves on from deer season...sniff.

Here is something interesting Chelsey showed me.  Along the same lines if the Coffee Cantata.  Apparently, Bach's coffee maker was more expensive than his clavier.

Whene'er I take my pipe and stuff it And smoke to pass the time away My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it, Dwell on a picture sad and grey: It teaches me that very like Am I myself unto my pipe. Like me this pipe, so fragrant burning, Is made of naught but earthen clay; To earth I too shall be returning, And cannot halt my slow decay. My well used pipe, now cracked and broken, Of mortal life is but a token. No stain, the pipe's hue yet doth darken; It remains white. Thus do I know That when to death's call I must harken My body, too, all pale will grow. To black beneath the sod 'twill turn, Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn. Or when the pipe is fairly glowing, Behold then instantaneously, The smoke off into thin air going, 'Til naught but ash is left to see. Man's fame likewise away will burn And unto dust his body turn. How oft it happens when one's smoking, The tamper's missing from it's shelf, And one goes with one's finger poking Into the bowl and burns oneself. If in the pipe such pain doth dwell How hot must be the pains of Hell! Thus o'er my pipe in contemplation Of such things - I can constantly Indulge in fruitful meditation, And so, puffing contentedly, On land, at sea, at home, abroad, I smoke my pipe and worship God. Johann Sebastian Bach - 1725 (1685-1750) From: The Second Little Clavier Book For Anna Magdalena Bach

Oh Yeah.  It's getting to be that time of year.

And speaking of deer, check this out.  Guess this isn't only an American problem...

 So this is a picture from Kashmir, India.  They say over there that it is a paradise; hence the India/Pakistan fighting over it.  We talked about going up there, but we were told it was not exactly safe for foreigners at the time.  Every once in a while our guides would say, "see that person there?  See their skin color (or nose, or the way the talked), they are Kasmiri."  It was a big deal to them.  I was thinking about India a little today... 

 Jesus wen teach lidis: "So, pray lidis:
God, you our Fadda.
You stay inside da sky.
We like all da peopo know fo shua how you stay,
An dat you good an spesho inside,
An we like dem give you plenny respeck.
We like you come king ova hea now.
We like everybody make jalike you like,
Ova hea inside da world,
Jalike da angel guys up inside da sky make jalike you like.
Give us da food we need fo every day.
Let us go, an hemo our shame
Fo all da kine bad stuff we do to you,
Jalike us guys let da odda guys go awready,
An we no stay huhu wit dem
Fo all da kine bad stuff dey do to us.
No let us get chance fo do bad kine stuff,
But take us outa dea, so da Bad Guy no can hurt us.
Cuz you our king,
You get da real power,
An you stay awesome foeva.
Dass it!" (Matthew 6:9-13)

12:26

An Appeaser is one who feeds a Crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.

-Winston Churchill

So this may degenerate into a sort of "random quotes" page.  Sorry for those of you who were hoping for bigger and better things.