Archive for November, 2008

You know that your money isn’t actually your money, right? C.S. Lewis said this about charitable giving:

I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. In other words, if our expenditure on comforts, luxuries, amusement, etc., is up to the standard common among those with the same income as our own, we are probably giving away too little. If our giving does not at all pinch or hamper us, I should say it is too small. There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot because our commitment to giving excludes them.

HT: Andy Naselli

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I’ve never been a big chess player, but here’s a pretty spiffy (free) online version if you enjoy it.

flash CHESS 3

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All summer long, Linc watched his brothers climb the tree. He never inquired about going up himself. One day this month I helped him go. It was late in the day and the wind was blowing and it was probably near 40 degrees. He was shivering or shaking from the cold or the height. This kid is so fun.

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Rudyard Kipling wrote:

God gave all men all earth to love,

But since our hearts are small,

Ordained for each one spot should prove

Beloved over all.

Leave me a note. Where the place that you love best?

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Thomas Jefferson:

“I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.”

“My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much government.”

“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”

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Everyone has to start somewhere. Here are the first two original compositions that Karsten has produced. He has been given topics and then the latitude to write a story of his choosing. He was told to write a title, a story, and use proper punctuation. Here are his first attempts. He gravitates toward boy themes, eh? We are now starting to add some guidelines to help there be fewer homicides and inclusions of all the people mentioned in the title.

Blue Jay Everywhere

Once upon a time there was a city of blue jays. Their enemy, the black python, plans to eat them all! All the blue jays are escaping to the black cave. In the cave, the black python comes and eats one of the blue jays. Then the king comes and kills the python. The End. 11/21/08

The Apple and Me

There was an apple and he was strong and he was very naughty and he was famous for killing apple people. The End. 11/26/08

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lincoln1picIn 1834, when Abraham Lincoln was a candidate for the legislature, he called on a certain farmer to ask for his support. He found him in the hay field, and was urging his cause when the dinner bell sounded. The farmer invited him to dinner, but Lincoln declined politely, and added, “If you will let me have the scythe while you are gone I will mow ‘round the field a couple of times.”

When the farmer returned he found three rows neatly mowed. The scythe lay against the gate post, but Lincoln had disappeared.

Nearly thirty years afterward the farmer and his wife, now grown old, were at a White House reception, and stood waiting in line to shake hands with the President.

When they got near him in the line Lincoln saw them, and calling an aide, told him to take them to one of the small parlors, where he would see them as soon as he got through the handshaking. Much surprised, the old couple was led away. Presently Mr. Lincoln came in, and, greeting them with an outstretched hand and a warm smile, called them by name.

“Do you mean to say,” exclaimed the farmer, “that you remember me after all these years?”

“I certainly do,” said the President, and he went on to recall the day he had mowed around the farmer’s timothy field.

“Yes, that’s so,” said the old man, still in astonishment. “I found the field mowed and the scythe leaning up against the gate post. But I have always wanted to ask you one thing.”

“What is it?” asked Mr. Lincoln.

“I always wanted to ask you, Mr. President, what you did with the whetstone?”

Lincoln smoothed his hair back from his brows a moment, in deep thought; then his face lighted up.

“Yes, I remember now,” he said, “I put that whetstone on top of the high gate post.”

And when he got back to Illinois again, the farmer found the whetstone on top of the gate post, where it had lain for more than thirty years.

This story is attributed to Edna M. Colman.

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