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Happy Easter and forty days from now.
How to unify a group of Christians? Jesus near the city Bethny ascended forty days after Easter having preached to his followers all the while.
Obedience too forgive & accept. What a no brainier…( insert a chuckle or a smile ).
Ascension of Jesus
It ( His Ascension) brought them, his followers, into a new found unity of obedience of purpose & forgiveness.
Acceptance one of another.
-from the writings of me and Pastor Malcolm Macqueen-
Just posting to keep a pulse on my blog. So for now its mostly visual and sparse and really random..enjoy.
When at this computer here in order is the album of songs I listen too. If not this then I stream WKDK am…..Newberry South Carolina. Evenings mostly is random music from the 60’s thru the 80’s, time, temp and weather. Other nights its South Carolina ‘Football’…
Soul Serenade…..King Curtis
Dig a Pony…………Beatles
Across the Universe…….Beatles
Devil Got My Woman….Gregg Allman
Bell Bottom Blues…..Derick and the Dominoes
Savannah Mama….Blind Willie McTell
Back on My Feet Again….Randy Newman
She Caught the Katy……Wet Willie
I’m behind the new Alpharetta City Center 100%…..lol.
One supervisor and one worker. Its the American way..
When I was a kid in the 1960’s this was the Thomson/McDuffie county Jail House.
About 10 minutes from the house. Swallow at the Hollow. 100% great Southern Bar-B-que.
Singer-song-writer showcase and Americana music…think ‘The Loft’ on satellite radio.
Sir Richard Branson…see below.
I cannot for the life of me find the ‘5 Questions’ Branson published. The questions suitable for a job applicant or the applicant to the employer… Quotes below.
‘Why a business plan is only as good as one’s first contact with a customer’.
‘What do you need to take on a giant & win? Nothing but bravery, good people & a great idea’.
‘If somebody asks why are you looking up at the sky, ask them why they aren’t looking up at the stars’.
First ‘ floor-mat’ joke of your day??
Dockerys restaurant closed this year and it happened sooner than later. I’m here with the lady who brought me my last meal. She had always been the best.. During the goodbyes I managed to take some pictures of the people who I shared the establishment with over the years but never held a conversation.
I found a great sit back with a cup of coffee on a rainy Sunday afternoon. With this piece thirty minute read is too short, great article nevertheless. Don’t let the title fool you into believing its a ‘government/political statement from the State department. It more and provocative in the light of the reality. Families apart and separated physically and emotionally, divided by juxtaposed societies and bound by their common culture.
THE ISLAND OF STOPPED CLOCKS: INSIDE CUBA 50 YEARS AFTER THE REVOLUTION
BY JACKSON BLAIR
(What you cannot see on the video is how, over the course of the next few hours, Lesley realizes she’s lost the 25 years for good. That after all this time, the history they shared is too too faint or too slight to be recovered. Entering the terminal, she felt a brief but overwhelming sense of familiarity. But after the hugs and tears subsided she felt tentative and swept up by family in name only).
Leave em’ laughing I’ve been told….Lighter side of life.
-Why does Goofy stand upright and Pluto stand on all four feet? They’re both dogs.
-Do “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” and “The Alphabet Song” have the same tune?
-On Gilligan’s Island, the professor could make a radio out of a coconut. Why couldn’t he fix the hole in the boat?
-If Wile E. Coyote has enough money to buy all that stuff from ACME, why doesn’t he just buy himself dinner?
( Ye’ve shipped, have ye? Names down on papers? Well, what’s signed, is signed; and what’s to be, will be )
Mark Twain on the press:
“There are laws to protect the freedom of the press’s speech, but none that are worth anything to protect the people from the press.”
It seems to me that just in the ratio that our newspapers increase, our morals decay. The more newspapers the worse morals. Where we have one newspaper that does good, I think we have fifty that do harm. We ought to look upon the establishment of a newspaper of the average pattern in a virtuous village as a calamity.
Just really random stuff….
Reading my e-mail this morning I came across article of enlightenment from ‘Brain Pickings‘ the online magazine of astonishing information, literature, the arts and entertainment. In 1990 on this day Voyager I took a series of photographs from outside the Earths solar system distance of roughly 6 billion kilometers. Still operating today, March 2,2013 it was the brain child of Carl Sagan and his campaigning to capture a parting photograph of Earth. Voyager I was not expected to last much longer. Below is the picture entitled ‘Pale Blue Dot’ as well as the philosophical and literary discourse Dr. Sagan gave to you and I.
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
bonus if you kept reading……
Which is more useful, the Sun or the Moon?” The Moon because the moon shines at night when you want the light, whereas the Sun shines during the day when you don’t need it.”
Monday, January 21, 2013
Beautiful day off from work and all because we honor Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Weather is blue skies, mild temperatures, light breeze and blazing winter sunshine…good enough.
I dug out my pickup truck from the shop behind my home and we spent the balance of the day running errands. Retrieved my suit from the cleaners where I hugged Ms. H. goodbye. After a generation or two they have sold the business and the plant up the road from here. Shes sincerely old enough and carried the business for long enough, but it was sad and happy time. Cruised the ‘mall’ for winter sales and there are plenty in the clothing departments, just nothing useful for me now or later but I did spend sometime in the parking lot where a new cinema complex is being constructed inside the existing North Point Mall structure.
The movie house across the street @N. P. Mall is way out dated for the business, in a decade and a half, the size of the existing movie-house as well as the nature of viewing and projection equipment has changed. The new movie house is about 3 stories tall to fit the IMAX format and other mulit-venue viewing areas…’I hope I got the talking points close’. Hey I like to watch the big cranes and giant/giant size truck moving the building materials and such about…OK? It’s a guy thing.
Finally nailed a coffee @Starbucks last thing and got some notes put together, especially the opening quote below. The quote was on a Macy’s paid tribute to Dr. King and is tasteful (period). I just wanted to say something a bit ‘furthur up the road’ on Dr. King and his works and well to me and for me there are or is so much unfinished.
I chatted briefly with a retired gentleman in Canada, Francis Rupert Legge just last month, we have shared parts of our lives on FB and become ‘brothers’ and yes Francis we are. In his writings and a prolific writer he is Francis with his education from United States, Cambridge England, his skills Engineer/Physicist are a ‘great resume’ its his writings that should be preserved, maybe not all his opinions (insert lol). It was the day he mention coming to Atlanta to hookup with Dr. King at the old Hartsfield or Midfield airport and ready to head to Selma, Alabama. Speechless as I was I assure any and everyone Francis or Sir Francis as I call him is as so-many in taking little or no credit for being on Dr. Kings front-line as a ‘foot-soldier’, the honesty of those who followed Dr. Kings’ calling it was not then or now a social limelight. Sir Francis is opinionated and experienced and Francis Rupert Legge walked the walk with Dr. King, he saw the writing on the wall as that period of time was happening and sacrificed his time and life at that point and made the effort to come thousands of miles to be a part of the ‘Dream’. From my chats and writings with Francis he is sincere that he was happy to be there in thought, word and deed and that’s good enough for him..read below and for me it pales to what these men ‘Accomplished’.
Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase’.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
I’ve come to a somewhat clueless point in a road “as to where” Dr. King would have continued his philosophical debates. More pointedly as he moved from “moral & social” agendas towards economic equality in the United States of America. Surely he was as aware as anyone of the overtones of Socialism was he not? Of “class systems and caste societies “?
Just a question or two that for me in the short or long run of a life or generation I believe promotes many people away from patronizing the good Doctor and his works. But maybe, just maybe questions will propel his works “forward” to someone who will continue his work.
Dr. King was nearly not finished and his work is neither. God only knows how much he gave to the world thru his actions, writings and nonviolent protest. Can we not give back a tithe of that? Can we not refresh his work and carry forward and sincerely “not” lip-service and regurgitate him, his life his family and all their sacrifices as history fades and the old solders who were there vanish?
History is best told by those who lived it not those, no matter how eloquently speak upon it……
Amen Dr. King…..Amen
ps….if I get any of the above ‘really wrong’, either Sir Francis or Dr. King will nail me. I think I pretty much got the above just about right…
From my i-phone
“Repeat a lie regularly enough and it will soon become ranked with conventional truth…”
Francis Rupert Legge
When the weather changes for real into Fall I’m reminded of living on the farm in the 90’s. The farmhouse and a couple of acres remained as the suburbs crept closer. In the back a acre of so of well tilled field, smokehouse/shed, two, three sided barns, one housed the grist mill. The mill was powered by rather large and rather loud tractor, sitting on cement blocks and a couple of flat tires. The belts she turned would be shifted to shell the dried corn from the cobs or turn the mill wheel. The leftover cornmeal dust on the floor always showed the tiniest mouse footprints, surprising considering the dozen feral cats living in the barns!
Around the middle of October, I’d be out digging up the rows of sweet potatoes below the terrace. Ripping out the vines by hand, rolling them into bundles tossed aside. I’d find myself excited as a kid on the way to a county fair. Digging out the tubers balances a fine line, ‘between the last rain and first frost’. Stacked they would lay in the field as I head back to the farmhouse in the evening twilight, putting away the hoes and shovel in the middle barn. Unfailingly my adopted cats would be sitting on the well-cover, together with out fail they would look at me, look at each other and at the same time hit the ground softly as one not three we’d go inside for the night. Winter, Spring, Summer an Fall this repeated itself hundreds of times and you know what? I simply never took one moment for granted. It was Heaven.
My soul was kick around a bit just last week from a vehicle accident bout a mile from where I’d lived on the farm. The road runs long and area is a refuge too deer and the coyotes, either of which I suspect as the ’cause’. Akshay, who did not survive the accident, received the Ferrari from his parents. I have lost some friends, brothers in a similar accident decades ago. The brothers are buried together behind the Augusta National golf course. It’s infrequent now that I stop in to pay my respects. Thirty years after I wonder what if it never happen and will always.
I cannot get enough of online literary magazine, The Rumpus.net with the musings of editor in chief Stephen Elliott. Whenever you find a free moment support them and check out ‘Letters in the Mail’, and ‘Letters for Kids’. The Rumpus.net has grown up quickly across the universal net of knowledge, literature, and the outlandish.
With that in mind I’ve been following Geoff Lemon from ‘down-under’ for several years. Similar to the above yet vastly different is “Going Down Swinging”. I’ve been a follower of Geoff’s’ blog , “Heathen Scriptures” prior to the launch of GDS. Here is a link to a post from GDS that tugs me back often and I hope you also……The Blue Corner/Sometimes Poems…“Cold Was the Ground”.
I remain McTell…
I’m just about tired to death from the past few weeks. Lots of changes in the neighborhood. If the video will work I promise a blog. . . something with a bit more content…in just another day or two and have tons of stuff packed away and yeah I’m sure I’ll regret @some point whether I pedal it or not an such is my life…god I miss the Daily Rumpus..
Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. .
~Henry David Thoreau~
Best to publish something/anything to prevent @McTells Place from being doa or placed on διάλυσις/dialysis. Early and lingering touch of Autumn all about. The night time temperatures nearing the 40’s with middle 80’s later afternoon…yet step into the shade and the feeling of Fall is present. Posting a music video fitting for the seasonal weather. Written by Jackson Brown in 1967. Recorded by the likes of Glen Campbell who did a knockout rendering with a bit of additional arranging. Jackson gave credit years ago to a rewriting of the final lyrics according to a interview in Austin Texas that is impossible to retrieve by another artist he had know in their earlier songwriting years……...’ unlocked a power in that song that I sort of then emulated in my version’. see below
‘ll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don’t confront me with my failures / I had not forgotten them
“Please don’t confront me with my failures / I’m aware of them.”
Great writing from Red writing Hood…take a look…
Originally posted on Gone for a Walk:
A stand-alone scene, fiction or memoir, in 500 words or less, involving a handwritten letter.
Link up your own story, or go on over to see what everyone else has come up with. Concrit is always welcome.
I missed the ‘stand alone’ part initially, and had to give up on the start of the first piece I was writing, connected to one of my other story pieces. And then, mysteriously, I couldn’t shake the idea of Peter Pan. In a tree. I’ve been reading the Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica series recently, by James A. Owen, which I suspect is a very strong factor in this sudden fixation. And, in case you were wondering, yes, you should definitely read that series. Also, I really wish I could illustrate my own stories. The man has talent. …
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