tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59718138951369188182024-03-25T22:41:24.321+03:00Ruan's CornerA little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
and drinking largely sobers us again! Alexander PopeBay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.comBlogger742125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-22157114044509248362010-02-28T22:19:00.004+03:002010-03-18T13:59:24.693+03:00JOKE TIME - DOOR-TO-DOOR<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A</span></span><span style="font-family: arial;">n enthusiastic door-to-door vacuum salesman goes to the first house in his new territory.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;">H</span><span style="font-family: arial;">e knocks. A lady opens the door, and before she has a chance to say anything, he runs inside and dumps cow patties all over the carpet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;">H</span><span style="font-family: arial;">e says,</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"> "Lady, if this vacuum cleaner doesn't do wonders cleaning this up, I'll eat every chunk of it."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;">S</span><span style="font-family: arial;">he turns to him with a smirk and says, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">"You want ketchup on that?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The salesman says, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">"Why do you ask?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;">S</span><span style="font-family: arial;">he says, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">"We just moved in and we haven't got the electricity turned on yet!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;">ja ja ja!!! yaiiikkk!!!</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span id="more-1398"></span>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-64153872822070691112010-02-27T21:12:00.001+03:002010-03-18T13:19:21.798+03:00THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - BROKEN HEART<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">T</span>he greatest pain that comes from love<br />is loving someone you can never have."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Anonymous<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-29942319817737159052010-02-26T14:42:00.001+03:002010-03-18T13:10:37.244+03:00DRAMA MAMA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /><br />T</span>here's a saying that goes: <span style="font-style: italic;">"Save the drama for your mama."</span> But in this case, the mama caused the drama that led to her sons not moving forward with marrying their fiancees. The saga began when the mother of the young men and the mother of the young women got into a heated argument over the color of the bridal gowns. The argument turned into a knock-down-drag-out between the two women. The daughters attempt to break up the fight only worsened the situation. Angry and disheveled, the mother of the young men went home and ordered them to call off the weddings.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt6DrRVniSqWcGg65kqHeitceL4FHOeXq0-MlFwmTPdRq2PtLxgWEFLek5OSsDLEARAjzr2a3iwrrOeasRnKASKT4BmfYDajUFtM-GZXFv87OwlxtvDFTGfirhtoW1OnJQ0oIOwIUyj4X/s1600-h/broken+hearts+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt6DrRVniSqWcGg65kqHeitceL4FHOeXq0-MlFwmTPdRq2PtLxgWEFLek5OSsDLEARAjzr2a3iwrrOeasRnKASKT4BmfYDajUFtM-GZXFv87OwlxtvDFTGfirhtoW1OnJQ0oIOwIUyj4X/s320/broken+hearts+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449912935356729618" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" >I</span><span style="font-family:arial;">n many parts of the world, a son might try to talk his mom out of the decision, or go to the father to get him to persuade mom to change her mind, but not here, mother's wishes are not be ignored; the sons immediately called off the wedding without question.</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">B</span>etter a broken engagement today,</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > than a broken home tomorrow!"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-72056595884368120332010-02-25T12:24:00.005+03:002010-03-18T17:25:30.288+03:00WHAT'S IN A WORD - EUREKA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfy1LR3h5aQysNt0igOciCNYwCAccspDFie0wHBwUAk-6QSJLPUBKvfRLSO4eN9YC9NM2QwhQnlwUPtxa-_wPsHfz-QiXZcvf9MNsJO2ekcm1LalkJVFUgkg8TTqAGmJjUNTabX5jVl2N/s1600-h/Archimedes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfy1LR3h5aQysNt0igOciCNYwCAccspDFie0wHBwUAk-6QSJLPUBKvfRLSO4eN9YC9NM2QwhQnlwUPtxa-_wPsHfz-QiXZcvf9MNsJO2ekcm1LalkJVFUgkg8TTqAGmJjUNTabX5jVl2N/s320/Archimedes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449905351064409522" border="0" /></a><br />Archimedes</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">A</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> cry of triumph!!!</span><br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I</span> have found it!" Archimedes, the ancient scientist of Syracuse, Sicily, is supposed to have run through the streets shouting, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Eureka, Eureka,"</span> after he had discovered a method of finding the exact amount of gold in a crown. This discovery led to the formulation of the principles of flotation. Eureka is a cry of triumph.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">A</span>ppropriately, it is the motto of California where gold was once found in a different way.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-53361337305061727032010-02-24T18:03:00.000+03:002010-03-14T06:05:46.675+03:00OF CRIME AND PUNISHMENT<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /></span></em></strong></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >W</span></em></strong>hat drives a person to commit heinous crime? How can someone take the life of another? There are probably many reasons for committing the act, but how they can do it is in their mental makeup. Would capital punishment handed down to law violators help solve human lawlessness? What could possibly be too cruel and unusual punishment for the gravest crime committed?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >T</span></em></strong>here is no question that punishment serves many purposes. For many reasons, the issue of punishment is of vital concern to civilized society, with the end in view of knowing the effects and the best way of carrying it out. We want to punish, but we also want to know that such punishment is justified.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-61354170053498128222010-02-23T17:51:00.001+03:002010-03-14T05:57:53.381+03:00FINGER POINTING<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />A</span> man asked his father-in-law, “Many peop</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >le praised you for a successful marriage, could you please share with me your secret?”. The father-in-law answered in a smile, “Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, he could not find a better husband than you.”</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">W</span>e all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">W</span>e should always remember than when we</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistakes, too. Finger pointing doesn’t solve any problem. It normally leads in out </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >of control, heated personal attacks, badmouthing, the end result is physical fighting.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRaPaMtjmCTdXgjjgrrgZWBtUw7R1JvUqptsTx33ktuT0ip_G25K_GD33YY0jxOlnzyi1PVWOMXg9ir9sXtkthZx12wPymOokSfn6Su3F2xab3CnhOSGwPQ57_zqvEikloOikugW5VK9Z/s1600-h/fingerpointing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRaPaMtjmCTdXgjjgrrgZWBtUw7R1JvUqptsTx33ktuT0ip_G25K_GD33YY0jxOlnzyi1PVWOMXg9ir9sXtkthZx12wPymOokSfn6Su3F2xab3CnhOSGwPQ57_zqvEikloOikugW5VK9Z/s320/fingerpointing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448318088920040578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A</span> few rules should be set in place to main</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >t</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >ain a level of civility.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > </span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-31162501467136529272010-02-22T21:31:00.002+03:002010-03-13T21:40:56.370+03:00WHAT'S IN A WORD - SERENDIPITY<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /><br />S</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">erendip</span> is a form of the old Arabic name of the island of Ceylon. In a letter written on January 28, 1754, Horace Walpole tells that he coined the word <span style="font-style: italic;">serendipity</span> from the title of a story, "The Three Princess of Serendip," the heroes of which "were always making discoveries, by accident and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of." Hence, <span style="font-style: italic;">serendipity</span> is the ability to make lucky finds, the gift or faculty of making unexpected and happy discoveries by accident.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-8563070175036950242010-02-21T12:34:00.002+03:002010-03-11T12:55:16.231+03:00SEXUAL RESPONSIBILITY<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><br />L</span>iking, loving, and sexual relationships form the human connection that expands the boundaries of self. The person who does not reach out for the hand of another, or whose extended hand is not grasped by another, is cut adrift. The isolated individual may become lonely or depressed. But the person whose life includes love and intimacy is a person whose life is enriched.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><br />T</span>o promote a positive outlook on our own sexuality, we need to remember that sex is more than just a set of learned techniques, of pleasurable sensations. We need to accept our own body and the responsibility for someone else's. We must be willing to give and receive. But it is not enough to know what to do physically. For many, the most satisfactory sexual relationship takes place within a loving, caring relationship. If we want sex to reach its potential as a fulfilling human experience, we need to develop attitudes of trust and sharing. Sex strips us of our protective masks. It opens up our vulnerability. That is why it can be so frightening if misused and so glorious if filled with assurances of love and respect.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-79323348971636844472010-02-20T17:21:00.001+03:002010-03-10T17:36:42.651+03:00THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - EYE<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">T</span>he eye speaks with an eloquence<br />and truthfulness surpassing speech. It<br />is the window out of which the winged thoughts<br />often fly unwittingly. It is the tiny magic<br />mirror on whose crystal surface the<br />moods of feeling fi</span><span style="font-size:130%;">tfully play, like<br />the sunlight and shadow on a<br />still stream."<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXYWvSabjs0AfI3xiIl6jF1Y9VF1WXsvZ76u-EVg9tYRiuaUONaABsPCn5oX8-iqI9a1mEvevz6uJoEfcIR8lrcI4lKjnFI_Kvcn0VlZcquJ7aMj08AI4kKC_57_zumITvjfnZqoxUsrJ/s1600-h/HT+Tuckerman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXYWvSabjs0AfI3xiIl6jF1Y9VF1WXsvZ76u-EVg9tYRiuaUONaABsPCn5oX8-iqI9a1mEvevz6uJoEfcIR8lrcI4lKjnFI_Kvcn0VlZcquJ7aMj08AI4kKC_57_zumITvjfnZqoxUsrJ/s320/HT+Tuckerman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447011753505708034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Henry Theodore Tuckerman</span><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-65548900105901240862010-02-19T17:03:00.002+03:002010-03-10T17:40:34.145+03:00WHAT'S IN A PHRASE - "MAKING WITH THE EYES"<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />T</span>he "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >wool is being pulled over your eyes</span><span style="font-family:arial;">" when you allow yourself to be inveigled into something. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Inveigle</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> comes from</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > aveugle</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, French for blind, which goes back to </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >oculus</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, the Latin word for eye (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >ab + oculus</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, without the use of your eyes).</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I</span>f you "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >make eyes at a girl</span><span style="font-family:arial;">" or "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >give her the eye</span><span style="font-family:arial;">" you are ogling her. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Ogle</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> comes from the Dutch word for eye and is related both to the German word </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >auge</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> and the Latin </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >oculus</span><span style="font-family:arial;">. A supercillious person is one who arches his eyebrows and looks down his nose at you; in other words, "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >a high-brow</span><span style="font-family:arial;">" who "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >high-hats</span><span style="font-family:arial;">" you. Supercillious is made up of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >super</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> (above or high) and </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >cillia</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> (eyelids or eyebrows). A person who is </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >haughty</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> (French </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >haut</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, high) is just "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >uppity</span><span style="font-family:arial;">."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I</span>f you "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >close your eyes to</span><span style="font-family:arial;">" something that you know is going to happen you are guilty of conniving, the literal meaning of which is "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >winking along with</span><span style="font-family:arial;">."</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-18376627752988186062010-02-18T17:40:00.001+03:002010-03-09T17:54:20.759+03:00ANIMAL WORLD - OKAPI<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtgDesJ0namk4pjnAl3bbx7EFh70uaWZdI9ZOL8Tth_lmBArheWfRsRCR3gYvN2ZT332MX1C6XTO9r-dT2uVE132yf83FPKfSQryJqRz-ZGVYhDlpYUgIETsbEw9dqJRQg6ieGP5DRi2b/s1600-h/okapi+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtgDesJ0namk4pjnAl3bbx7EFh70uaWZdI9ZOL8Tth_lmBArheWfRsRCR3gYvN2ZT332MX1C6XTO9r-dT2uVE132yf83FPKfSQryJqRz-ZGVYhDlpYUgIETsbEw9dqJRQg6ieGP5DRi2b/s320/okapi+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446646376653735810" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqsnN617reNypwmK8NuAUNZUlvHfpHjqQzpokMGGUmXbnN6bN_14yuSea2XrCpnaA_EJPBpNgG4lAfpSvf80Q558GlEtHCbzizyn9ZeRoXg6f00AqEEjgXzbhDMAiXZ7ju4n5Q90vzGaE/s1600-h/okapi+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqsnN617reNypwmK8NuAUNZUlvHfpHjqQzpokMGGUmXbnN6bN_14yuSea2XrCpnaA_EJPBpNgG4lAfpSvf80Q558GlEtHCbzizyn9ZeRoXg6f00AqEEjgXzbhDMAiXZ7ju4n5Q90vzGaE/s320/okapi+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446646591767566850" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aPd6FGUghdTz6YVnd1Wz9yGhvpU_Lq8tvG3Oi6lMvTrODx_C6dbAX65WxMwW9Gsdtf0Fap280nuzd8tbO1xWag5raITZMqgb-g01xLGxTn8vT4NQOnIREWpMstKCAJtNxhilXcaKQF4f/s1600-h/okapi+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aPd6FGUghdTz6YVnd1Wz9yGhvpU_Lq8tvG3Oi6lMvTrODx_C6dbAX65WxMwW9Gsdtf0Fap280nuzd8tbO1xWag5raITZMqgb-g01xLGxTn8vT4NQOnIREWpMstKCAJtNxhilXcaKQF4f/s320/okapi+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446646484319997970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />T</span>he okapi wash its own ears with its fourteen-inch-long tongue. It also uses the tongue to flick flies from its withers, clean its face, and reach the tender shoots of tall shrubs and trees. The okapi has a shape reminiscent of giraffe. It is smaller and has a shorter neck. It is deep reddish brown with black-and-white zebra-striped legs.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-8135566740944665822010-02-17T18:44:00.001+03:002010-03-09T07:02:33.944+03:00ARE YOU A HYPOCHONDRIAC?<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I</span> believe my work colleague is suffering from hypochondriasis. He worries excessively about his physical health, even when there is little or no evidence that anything is wrong with him. When one symptom goes away, another takes its place. Everyday he talks about his physical health; pains in the chest one day, stomach cramps the next, and headaches the third. These complaints do not usually follow any logical pattern. He browses the internet for hours about anything affecting his health hoping to find a magic cure for this pain, that pain, any pain.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">M</span>any of us experience the symptoms of hypochondriasis at one time or another. But the true hypochondriac usually sees these symptoms as evidence of deadly illnesses. They are preoccupied with health matters and have unrealistic fear of disease. A clean bill of health from various doctors may provide little reassurance. The hypochondriac either continues to believe that the illness is present or acquires another to take its place.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-73645337691607157982010-02-16T19:46:00.003+03:002010-03-08T23:43:21.337+03:00VALUE AND APPROPRIATENESS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"><br /><br />O</span>riginality in itself does not guarantee the creative spark. What we create must have value for either ourselves or others. We can work at a problem in many new ways, but if our answers are consistently wrong, originality means nothing. Creativity is always appropriate to the problems or situation. We can talk in gibberish, but if no one understands what we are saying, our originality is without value. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">V</span>alue and appropriateness both characterize the creative products.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-10173262795857862092010-02-15T19:55:00.000+03:002010-03-07T20:06:29.223+03:00WHAT'S YOUR WIFE'S NAME?<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />Strange Story</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">D</span>oes it need to be said that if you are going to </span><span style="font-size:130%;">get a divorce it helps to remember th</span><span style="font-size:130%;">e name of your wife? Apparently so.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLnzxVJ_wWCOezc03YQ0aRH8OxY_RjEpOVSO3DeGlDrRB7N63RLl-NU8HhlyZELPMqPOVS6fozmRBbGgd3DbWCgsjOMaxoIKP9SdK8oUHmjs3htd10xBKqXk5lzAD9GDfxt0jLwXxgLKK/s1600-h/What+is+my+wife%27s+name.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLnzxVJ_wWCOezc03YQ0aRH8OxY_RjEpOVSO3DeGlDrRB7N63RLl-NU8HhlyZELPMqPOVS6fozmRBbGgd3DbWCgsjOMaxoIKP9SdK8oUHmjs3htd10xBKqXk5lzAD9GDfxt0jLwXxgLKK/s320/What+is+my+wife%27s+name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445938471775628946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">S</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">orry, Your Honor,<br />I forgot my wife's name!!!</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A</span> man in his 70s went to a local court seeking a divorce from his wife of 18 years. When the judge inconvenienced the man by asking him the name of his wife, the man couldn't remember and just gave the judge a few names to pick from--none of which turned out to be correct. The judge asked the man to come back after he had collected enough data about his wife.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">P</span>erhaps this gives an indication as to why the marriage failed; people like loved ones to remember their names!<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-55785344400772137632010-02-14T17:39:00.004+03:002010-03-07T18:01:56.209+03:00SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY - LORD BYRON<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY</span><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I_IKZJr-BnporsCHuTCl4xsXl6t1W74X7ojhG1oIm36FqaPzuiGTahrt4B749-LSL2icih7O32bw-rIywKRTRcRT2sQ7HNTsP_Jx0AU56jo1HLWej3D8hOJjqrcuHEUoFOcbyHwEciKf/s1600-h/Lord+Byron.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I_IKZJr-BnporsCHuTCl4xsXl6t1W74X7ojhG1oIm36FqaPzuiGTahrt4B749-LSL2icih7O32bw-rIywKRTRcRT2sQ7HNTsP_Jx0AU56jo1HLWej3D8hOJjqrcuHEUoFOcbyHwEciKf/s320/Lord+Byron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445902466376890594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />by</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lord Byron</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">S</span></span>he walks in beauty, like the night</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Of cloudless climes and starry skies;</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />And all that's best of dark and bright</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Meet in her aspect and her eyes:</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Thus mellowed to that tender light</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Which heavens to gaudy day denies.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">O</span></span></span>ne shade the more, one ray the less,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Had half impaired the nameless grace</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Which waves in every raven tress,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Or softly lightens o'er her face;</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Where thoughts serenely sweet express</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />How pure, how dear their dwelling place.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">A</span></span></span>nd on that cheek, and o'er that brow.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />The smiles that win, the tints that glow,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />But tell of days in goodness spent,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />A mind at peace with all below,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />A heart whose love is innocent!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZDP6Sa8pjOrSpoUH3LZ7skKR0OKawYp5jpniopULD2XknQ4C9noizo1Zoncbr7BDjBc2TvJXdL46UsuPvKh1x-_9d26qEG7WYTNQZQFfv1y2B6JdRI_I6wWFnXmzZcGGgV1AkOaygwc6/s1600-h/happy+valentine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZDP6Sa8pjOrSpoUH3LZ7skKR0OKawYp5jpniopULD2XknQ4C9noizo1Zoncbr7BDjBc2TvJXdL46UsuPvKh1x-_9d26qEG7WYTNQZQFfv1y2B6JdRI_I6wWFnXmzZcGGgV1AkOaygwc6/s320/happy+valentine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445904205053988066" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /></span></p><p face="arial" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">HAPPY HEART DAY TO ALL!</span><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-45711817039400166082010-02-13T23:09:00.001+03:002010-03-05T23:22:09.564+03:00THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - ORIGINALITY<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">O</span>riginality exists in every individual<br />because each of us differs from the others.<br />We are all primary numbers divisible<br />only by ours</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >elve</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">s."</span><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrVN8OP4sr0CaetKsLzRdJIrzuGclUO0sBMm263lvDFj2-0CG4QGpomgEKdPh8btryijA3F4Q97ZRxHH8hl659w2bjcF3ujJqymY6Y4hR43tlDEemMfFYVoN8OUkhNrjcIY9rhYWRxSnA/s1600-h/Jean+Guitton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrVN8OP4sr0CaetKsLzRdJIrzuGclUO0sBMm263lvDFj2-0CG4QGpomgEKdPh8btryijA3F4Q97ZRxHH8hl659w2bjcF3ujJqymY6Y4hR43tlDEemMfFYVoN8OUkhNrjcIY9rhYWRxSnA/s320/Jean+Guitton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445246447219313698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Jean G</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">uitton</span><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-10412162734620737732010-02-12T22:59:00.004+03:002010-03-07T18:04:25.589+03:00A RECIPE OF CREATIVITY<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A cup of this ...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A teaspoon of that ...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A pinch of this ...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A slice of that ...</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">T</span>he process of being creative involves expressing one's thoughts or feelings in a new way. Familiar materials--words, paint, musical tones, mathematical data--are rearranged to produce a unique product that expresses the capabilities of a unique individual.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br />T</span>he creative process involves being unconventional--striking out on your own and doing something differently. If you copy another person's painting, not adding anything to the other person's idea, your work is not creative, no matter how skilled you are. But even a painting or a badly worded sentence can be creative, if it brings new insight and freshness to the topic. Novelty, unconventionality, and freshness are essential ingredients of creative process.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-27915014064868391912010-02-11T13:48:00.001+03:002010-03-05T13:58:08.901+03:00UPWARD AND DOWNWARD INFLECTION<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />A</span> student asked what inflection in voice is all about.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I</span>f we don't have inflection in our voice, we do not have vocal variation. Our voice sound monotone, which is comparable to listening to a boring professor giving a speech. Usually, downward inflection allows others to perceive that we are making a serious statement, but too much downward inflection can lead to a boring monotone conversation. Obviously, we do not want to bore the person we are talking to, so spice up speech with a little inflection.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">G</span>enerally, our voice will have an upward inflection at the end of a sentence that is posed as a question. In this case, upward inflection is good; it shows curiosity. But if you use upward inflection with all your thoughts, soon you will sound as if you do not hold much certainty in your own statements. You will constantly appear to be asking for approval, even if that is not how you mean to sound, so be cautious at what points in your speech you make your voice go upward or downward.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-12510737948179516132010-02-10T13:36:00.002+03:002010-03-05T13:47:55.022+03:00TRIVIA - EVOLUTION<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoS9RIxof3QcSGb6tysCoRSAjnrVC5FBjks1mbND4XfXZIKiqC1KznROZij_ViDVJ-dXVxsjA6yGRwK25N_IM-zJRICxLNlt-HtwD_34TCV0MT_VQFjDdJ3TZ4ouTj2ww6Pe1_saSDy7A/s1600-h/Charles+Darwin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoS9RIxof3QcSGb6tysCoRSAjnrVC5FBjks1mbND4XfXZIKiqC1KznROZij_ViDVJ-dXVxsjA6yGRwK25N_IM-zJRICxLNlt-HtwD_34TCV0MT_VQFjDdJ3TZ4ouTj2ww6Pe1_saSDy7A/s320/Charles+Darwin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445098128457030210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Charles Darwin</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">D</span>id you know that Charles Darwin rarely used the term <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"evolution."</span> It was popularized by the English sociologist Herbert Spencer, who also popularized the phrase, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"survival of</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> the fittest.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzf6nsKXAeB6fcPOOt0N6fjIlX9GO4vTxX50T74J_00GkjgpoZVAz-plcyOYvQSkR8Hhnc5gj6rDhi_s8LHsoXv9aXon-7GFYDwmjkm545e_TGuLAST7DxCNqNfr5D2SzW_hRmVSLpmFY/s1600-h/Herbert+Spencer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzf6nsKXAeB6fcPOOt0N6fjIlX9GO4vTxX50T74J_00GkjgpoZVAz-plcyOYvQSkR8Hhnc5gj6rDhi_s8LHsoXv9aXon-7GFYDwmjkm545e_TGuLAST7DxCNqNfr5D2SzW_hRmVSLpmFY/s320/Herbert+Spencer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445098223435509170" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Herbert Spencer</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-3889347840466530222010-02-09T13:25:00.002+03:002010-03-05T13:36:18.981+03:00THE KILLER TORTOISE<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYqTyqmbQ68vbbQ4mS-e7Ku0106E4GZqCncxJhEEVC87MJy1uKROOD6QLV7_KxM0FuXM_zeC0b6cXTSN0MIv3-NzAn3a4tq7eLH4TcWoSvSAvekv_qlh4O6o3qLLRJFHHzCb_ICUNEMqU/s1600-h/Aeschylus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYqTyqmbQ68vbbQ4mS-e7Ku0106E4GZqCncxJhEEVC87MJy1uKROOD6QLV7_KxM0FuXM_zeC0b6cXTSN0MIv3-NzAn3a4tq7eLH4TcWoSvSAvekv_qlh4O6o3qLLRJFHHzCb_ICUNEMqU/s320/Aeschylus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445095473849098178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Aeschylus</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">T</span>he Greek playwright Aeschylus, according to some sources, was killed by a tortoise.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">H</span>ow did it happen?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">T</span>he animal, it is said, was dropped from the cla</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ws of a</span><span style="font-size:130%;">n eagle flying overhead, which mistook Aeschylus' bald head for a rock! uggghhh!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLLxtpyRVA5FuTr2zdwmgIqwOwwvZWuZMzuzC5uXdBpLRSNRCVZ238XLOlnUhe7OrPqMyxwhJOX5b-25mQPE9x07DdbxyZ_nmIA6IpzNAOvwYJ7ZTKXplTEPmHIYilBGw7go2Xv14YLuf/s1600-h/Aescylus+and+the+tortoise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLLxtpyRVA5FuTr2zdwmgIqwOwwvZWuZMzuzC5uXdBpLRSNRCVZ238XLOlnUhe7OrPqMyxwhJOX5b-25mQPE9x07DdbxyZ_nmIA6IpzNAOvwYJ7ZTKXplTEPmHIYilBGw7go2Xv14YLuf/s320/Aescylus+and+the+tortoise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445095550175471922" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">B</span>aldy-baldy beware of eagle flying overhead!!!<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-59914793238015709922010-02-08T20:58:00.000+03:002010-03-05T12:13:58.685+03:00JOKE TIME - THE GOLDFISH AND THE CAT<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fu244s-R9WpHqufSLg0g47hD2CkFlFSS2tXIjltae5QZsVhfn8mJ_vc6DY1Qn5_biMzcM8JF9QalL3bJSLye1MNWSwfrREWBr0oOS7LzwmMhO4ZRPQmvms5fEraVDEpJa3CebKQLjw46/s1600-h/the+goldfish+and+the+cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fu244s-R9WpHqufSLg0g47hD2CkFlFSS2tXIjltae5QZsVhfn8mJ_vc6DY1Qn5_biMzcM8JF9QalL3bJSLye1MNWSwfrREWBr0oOS7LzwmMhO4ZRPQmvms5fEraVDEpJa3CebKQLjw46/s320/the+goldfish+and+the+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445074978762390274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Y</span>ummyyy!!!</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">L</span>ittle Johnny was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >"<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">W</span>hat are you up to there, Little Johnny?"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">M</span>y goldfish died,"</span><br /><br /><br />replied Little Johnny tearfully, without looking up,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">a</span>nd I've just buried him."</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">T</span>he neighbor was concerned, </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">T</span>hat's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">A</span>s Little Johnny patted down the last heap of earth he then replied,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">T</span>hat's because he's inside your cat!"</span><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div> </div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-43738221758398305122010-02-07T22:45:00.001+03:002010-03-05T11:55:06.374+03:00ARTICULATION<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><br /><br />H</span>ere's to my work colleague</span></span>,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">who speaks so fast like a parrot<br />that</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> you can hardly understand</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">a word he says, ja ja ja!!!</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">H</span>as anyone ever told you to enunciate better? If they have, they were referring to your articulation. If you tend to slur words and thoughts together, you may be viewed as having vague ideas or an uninterested or intolerant attitude to the one you are conversing with.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">S</span>o that others realize you care about your thoughts and opinions, and that you have a clear mind, practice speaking more clearly. If you don't know how to say a word accurately, look it up in the dictionary, and discover how to pronounce it properly. Usually clear speech gets much more attention because others view you as being more serious and able to put together clear thoughts.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-22881692375383944252010-02-06T23:24:00.001+03:002010-03-05T11:37:59.844+03:00THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - FLOWERS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">W</span>here flowers bloom</span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">so does hope."<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PF4xjPgxZlr4A_u3XTMEPnK5oHedGOYpMXyk5H7lOlKwfEg35hS2bINtL7e4SEYzAqjfkqSdou9q2TMJR0FFMyy5DjQwQT4axJudsORMW-NiIFMKDxcmiOjZPGEW1qbodZVs0AQHz2h1/s1600-h/Lady+Bird+Johnson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PF4xjPgxZlr4A_u3XTMEPnK5oHedGOYpMXyk5H7lOlKwfEg35hS2bINtL7e4SEYzAqjfkqSdou9q2TMJR0FFMyy5DjQwQT4axJudsORMW-NiIFMKDxcmiOjZPGEW1qbodZVs0AQHz2h1/s320/Lady+Bird+Johnson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445065598161932962" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Lady Bird Johnson</span></span><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-82704285152224432312010-02-05T23:13:00.001+03:002010-03-05T11:24:14.319+03:00GREEN WORLD - YELLOW PRIMROSE<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrqzgkoy1e9RhZ2CAZ5NcnPDXj8NjQOQ_3n40zXa0Dn8m0eHUNL8AKoMrTUTL3u5IrOg7FHImTj1c8piVVf08g7btlWUamZTrodaXJ9oSa8jRR4SzzPFcFRg0l44ZLFzpG0GQr_OL3RkX/s1600-h/yellow+primrose+buds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrqzgkoy1e9RhZ2CAZ5NcnPDXj8NjQOQ_3n40zXa0Dn8m0eHUNL8AKoMrTUTL3u5IrOg7FHImTj1c8piVVf08g7btlWUamZTrodaXJ9oSa8jRR4SzzPFcFRg0l44ZLFzpG0GQr_OL3RkX/s320/yellow+primrose+buds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445061774782538978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Yello</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">w p</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">rimrose</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">T</span>he yellow evening primrose<br />opens only at dusk, and so swiftly<br />that it can be seen and heard.<br /><br />The buds sound like popping<br />soap bubbles as they burst.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971813895136918818.post-46056349440128900422010-02-04T21:58:00.005+03:002010-03-05T11:12:47.591+03:00MYTH - FACT - MARGARINE<div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Myth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">M</span>argarine has less fat than butter.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Fa</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">ct</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">B</span>lame this one on slick marketing. A teaspoon of butter and stick margarine have exactly the same amounts of fat (4 grams) and calories (35). The only difference is the kind of unhealthy fat: butter has saturated fat, the main cause of high cholesterol. Margarine contains trans fat, which is so insanely unhealthy.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8WTV1B5gcNtjJHWcGF5GJTZpH9tneLLNjSm4CifriM6MiDC3uRXN8cqU_8XIpCVgxilCcq3FpewrVvMIK6M7eZcmN07odkZap5nJo1zNQYRhDXwzpk-JklGHIE-tncUL3Nk3yNm-mZ2-/s1600-h/butter+margarine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8WTV1B5gcNtjJHWcGF5GJTZpH9tneLLNjSm4CifriM6MiDC3uRXN8cqU_8XIpCVgxilCcq3FpewrVvMIK6M7eZcmN07odkZap5nJo1zNQYRhDXwzpk-JklGHIE-tncUL3Nk3yNm-mZ2-/s320/butter+margarine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445058156254093554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">B</span>utter or margarine?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">F</span>or baking and cooking, switch to soft tub or liquid margarine; many are now trans fat-free and reasonably low in saturated fat. For toast, use soft spreads or, even better, dip your bread into a little extra-virgin olive oil, one of the healthiest fats nature ever invented.<br /></span></div><br /><br /></div>Bay Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02005369186988938692noreply@blogger.com4