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http://unclutterer.com/2011/04/13/unitasker-wednesday-light-up-toilet-seat/

Unitasker Wednesday: Light Up Toilet Seat

All Unitasker Wednesday posts are jokes — we don’t want you to buy these items, we want you to laugh at their ridiculousness. Enjoy!

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Whenever I’m cleaning the toilet in my house, I think to myself, “This toilet really could use something to brighten it up.”

I’m sure you think the exact same thing about your toilet. Toilet darkness is a major concern for most people. And, I think we all know that bleach will never be able to brighten our toilets the way we need them to be illuminated.

Well, our days of having toilets that loom in the shadows are gone. We can now install a Light Up Toilet Seat:

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I know a young ten year old lady who would love to have this. She lives with two younger brothers. And, I have been told that one more than one occasion in the middle of the night, she’s “sat” in the toilet. The screams reportedly woke the neighbors. But not her brothers, who she wanted to stuff IN the toilet. This maybe a joke to us, but I bet she’d buy it. LOL.

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http://thomsinger.blogspot.com/2006/06/41-things-ive-learned-by-40.html

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6. If you know someone who wrote a book, read it. The biggest compliment you can give an author is to read what they wrote.

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True, true, true!

http://www.itstartedinchurch.com

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http://www.palmbeachpost.com/news/free-time-shares-owners-cut-losses-by-dumping-1379853.html

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For Ginger Brownlow, a sales executive at King’s Creek Plantation, a luxury time share in Williamsburg, Va., the challenge is competing with her own product when it’s selling for half price on sites such as Tremblay’s. Though her price includes the cost of marketing the resort and driving consumer demand, resellers are capturing some of that demand with much-lower prices.

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This reminded me of an old Wall Street joke about penny stocks. Those are stocks that sell for under $1/share. Dogs.

Broker: “You should buy acme it’s at a nickel and will go to $100.”
Rube: “Buy 10,000”
Broker: “You should buy acme it’s at a 7½¢ and will go to $100.”
Rube: “Buy 10,000”
Broker: “You should buy acme it’s at a dime and will go to $100.”
Rube: “Buy 10,000”
Broker: “You should buy acme it’s at a 12½¢ and will go to $100.”
Rube: “Sell my whole position; I want to take profits.”
Broker: “To who?”

Same as time-shares.

:-(

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http://www.lewrockwell.com/schmidt/schmidt25.1.html

An End to ‘Fiat Currency’
by Thomas Schmidt

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Laughter is a powerful tool of undermining the existing order. Boss Tweed might have remained in power, but for the mocking and muckraking of Thomas Nast’s cartoons. As Hans Christian Andersen once pointed out, the Emperor can abide anything but the laughter of children at his nakedness and foolish ways. We must use the power of the young to ridicule that which is ridiculous as they build a better way in the world, with a sound, gold-based money. We must stop using the technical term “fiat currency” known to Austrians, and refer to it simply by the words that make clear to a new generation that it ought to be an object of scorn. Call it Muggle Money, let the children mock Bernanke, and the battle is half won.

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I think he’s absolutely correct.

If we laugh at the Gooferment’s money, then it will lose its power over us. To delude us into thinking it is a “store of value”. Or, “a measure”. Or, “a standard”.

It fails in three of the four attributes of “money”.

Sigh.

If it wasn’t so sad, it would be funny.

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… funny.

Had dinner with in-laws tonight.

I have no idea how the topic came up, but a very smart 6+ year old male informed me: “Children are free.” When I inquired: “How so?” He continued on: “Well, mommies just drop them out.”

(Good thing I wasn’t drinking or it would have been a “beverage through the nose” moment.)

I would have liked to hear more of his wisdom, but Mommy and Daddy piled on.

“What about diapers?” “What about food and fun?”

He was defending gallantly. “You get diapers free at the hospital.” Followed by: “Parents have to eat and do stuff anyway.”

He was overwhelmed. But it was cute and I thought very astute. The first vestiges of real thought. Plus I really wanted to hear more about how they “just drop out”.

BTW, when I did the USAF emergency air medicine course, a tough old Master Sargent and a young shiny butter bar LT / doc, described how, in the unlikely case of an emergency delivery, we were instructed in the emergencies we could handle. Assuming that “there are NO REAL people available”! (We weren’t considered to be very valuable.) A lot of the course was an emphasis on not screwing things up. For example, in the absence of sterile sheets, we’re to use clean newspaper. For example, in the absence on antiseptic, we were to “scrub up” with anything, but check with the pilot and / or the flight master, some one will have flask. For example, in a breech birth, push the baby back and turn it head first. For example, a tangled cord has to be cut and clamped at both ends and use anything sterile to clamp. The pièce de résistance of the whole day was his description of a normal birth. “Listen morons, if you’re lucky, then all you’ll have to do is stand by and catch the baby as it just drops out“.

Funny to hear the words of a crusty old USAF Sargent repeated by a very smart 6+ year old. Guess you had to be in both places to enjoy the serendipity.

I always wished I got a chance to deliver a baby. Came close twice, but no cigar. Should I put that on my bucket list.

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Remember the movie Animal House? Bluto yells “Road Trip”. We all know how well that worked out.

“Wed, 9/14/2011 Englert Theatre Iowa City, IA”

Foolish?

Sent the following warning to various interested parties:

“{Short Message. No message Body} Judy Collins concert 9/24 Iowa City has popped on my radar. The idea to go is a possibility. (Yeah, regressing back in time to 1966 in AT&T Computer Room. What’s next: Anti-war rallies?) {No Reply Required}”

Tie it into an Alaska return?

(Maybe this is caused by listening to an excessive number of Judy and PPM music from Amazon.)

TBC!

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http://www.flixxy.com/ipad-baby.htm

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http://www.marksdailyapple.com/

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Dance and Courtship

Dance has been used for tens of thousands of years for men and women to select each other, to gauge each other’s worthiness as prospective mates. Dancing conveys rhythm, which translates well to the bedroom (also the cave, the hut, or the buffalo hide). If you can dance well, or even if you’re just willing to dance and enjoy yourself, you are more likely to attract positive, sexual attention. And, like it or not, sex is the backbone of human evolution.

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ROFL.

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Silly me! I thought Math was Math regardless. The universal language?

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Went to M’s play last night.

(I’ll skip over the obvious Socialist education messages. “Wishing we could change ancient laws that are just wrong.” Yeah, I know me, and my tin foil hat, see Socialists and Big Gooferment subliminal advertising everywhere in the Gooferment Skrules!)

The entrance was manned by a “welcoming committee”. With water, apples, and shopping bags. (Shopping bags? Courtesy of the local school improvement cooperative.) Adults were asked if they’d like to register to vote. (School funding?) And, if you said that you were registered, they offered you, what I would call, a “wake up service”. They gave you a form to fill out and some one from the collective “would call and remind you when it was time to vote for better schools”. (I swear. No joke. I listened very carefully. I couldn’t make this up.)

But this isn’t about politics!

Interesting idea. Give children and adults apples as refreshments. But no paper towels? Obviously a well-thought out plan to have sticky hands and a lot of people holding cores. (Being a fat old white guy injineer, I immediately look for paper products but couldn’t find any. And, being a bit of fanatic, I wasn’t sure if they were washed so I declined. Algar? Wasn’t that the greenies’ scare that ruined the Washington apple industry until sanity resumed to people who asked for evidence that we were all going to roll up and die eating it. If unwashed, should folks have been keeling over in the aisle. Maybe humans, like pigs, can eat anything and survive?)

After the obligatory “welcome” by one of the less senior Gooferment Skrule Bureaucrat. Complete with “rules”. (Do they think that they are dealing with “large size children”.) And, an urging to “support our schools”. They got organized.

Wish I could rescue all the children from, as Rush says, “having their little minds filled with mush! But wishing ain’t gonna make it so.

Tough night.

At various spots in the play, I saw flashes of enthusiasm and happiness on many little faces. Surprisingly, even M looked positively joyous at one point. I wish I could have had a picture of that.

There were no child prodigies. No Andrea McArdle. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfvxYTL7EkM (I saw here on Broadway. Fantastic! Always inspiring when you see someone in their bliss. In the zone. Reaching their potential.) But there were some introverts, some extroverts, some with raw talent, some with what would be be characterized as “enthusiasm”. At several times in the play, usually in the group songs, the cast really put their hearts and souls in the song.

Interestingly one of the non-singing points were I saw enthusiasm was in the “magic carpet ride” scene. Even those in the chorus, who were sitting quietly, were somehow happily transfixed on the actions — perhaps dreaming of escape on a magic carpet with a beautiful price or princess.

(Do kids really believe this stuff? They are so hard to communicate with. It’s difficult to determine what they believe. Other than I need a puppy. My assistant photographer and ipad game playing best bud again put his pitch in that I need a puppy so I’m not lonely. I patiently re-explained my “one dog, one wife, one house” policy. He just nodded knowingly.)

The other time the children were really happy and excited was at the end of the play (Me2!) when they recognized and gave a gift bag to each one of those that helped. Big cheers and instance for the Student Teacher to come out. But more about that later.

The “big honcho” Gooferment Skrules Bureaucrat came out to close. He reminded us that these were just little kids who had put in 96 hours of time and more than 20 rehearsals. (First, did any one think they were on Broadway? Or that these were just small adults. Second, maybe this is as good as they could be, but may they needed more time or talent. Or better Gooferment Skrules Bureaucrats?) He again gave us more rules and 15 minute deadline before the children had to be at their cast party.

Then the children passed around the mike for the recognizing those helpers and give their gift bags.

(Couldn’t catch the names, the children were so excited. They become almost non-verbal. But their actions said volumes. You could sense who was really loved and who was just an obligatory “ty”. That was infectious. But those called out from the audience were really embarrassed. But the children insisted.)

The teacher, the music guy, some lady who did something, and M’s Mom got applause. (I left my audience participation noise meter at home, but clearly to this fat old white guy injineer the Student Teacher was the most beloved. And humorously the most embarrassed. (Thought that was cute, and the children were most animated. The young woman obviously had touched their hearts and souls. That was nice to see.)

Then the cast was free. Adults were up to the stage taking pictures. Some girls got flowers. Some of the children looked like they were lost in a busy train station. By my eye M had the most flowers. And seemed pleased with the attention.

M’s brothers were ready to go home. (Me2!) They had just sat through their second viewing since they had seen it that afternoon. My assistant photographer’s only comment was “It was better the first time.” From the mouths of babes. Things usually are.

So I was trooper and represented Frau Reinke at this family event. About mid way through, I was very sad that she missed it. She would have loved it. She was always happy any time she saw someone “hitting their stride”. In basketball, even if her girls lost, as long as the played their best and had fun, she was happy. (Of course, she liked to win. But that wasn’t the only thing.) She’s have been positive that the children were beautiful and the production was one step from Broadway. (I’d say a LONG step.) But, I’d agree that the children had fun and at times hit their bliss. So on that scale, it was a hit!

However, I couldn’t get to sleep until about 3AM thinking about all she had missed.

Donna Nobis Pacem.

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What happened to let’s make a deal this morning?

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I have a double special connection to Saint Patrick’s Day.

Frau Reinke’s maiden name was Mahoney. An she had the Irish wit.

And, I have a religious connection to the Old Sod.

It is embarrassing that a bunch of fools get wasted in “celebration” of Saint Patrick.

I’m certainly not against having a good time, and I love Irish music. But those boobs wrecking a perfectly good car in Albany, how is that having a good time.

In all things in moderation!

HSPD.

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In late January, the largest WMS WAP jackpot ever, totaling more than $4.9 million, was won on THE WIZARD OF OZ™ RUBY SLIPPERS™ penny slot game at Borgata Hotel Casino and Spa, Atlantic City, N.J.

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Aghhhhhhhhhhh!

That should have been mine. Wrong time.

On 1/21/11, I dropped $300 in that machine. (Don’t have a cow, I was winning! Finished the trip up about 700$ after splitting. My life was all good that day. But it could have been infinitely better!)

Why not me?

Argh! Square.

(Maybe Luddite shouldn’t have told me, in my fragile emotional state.)

ROFL.

Time for an appropriate quote from “CHURCH 10●19●62”?

“If she mourned anything, she mourned that. It might be terrible to say. But, she felt as she would imagine the lottery winner who can’t find the ticket to cash.” — character “June” in CHURCH 10●19●62 Volume 2 Page 189

I guess I don’t feel as bad as that. I never had the tickets. And, Our Girl always said that I was unlucky. She was wrong. I won her in life’s lottery. That was enough luck for one lifetime. Imagine all the folks who never find their soulmate?

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Frau Reinke wanted to go to AC so of course we went. We had dinner at the main buffet since drinking for me is now out of the question. I have to be in full control of my senses to help her get through this time of trouble. Yesterday, I played better on a Penny. Following some of my Zen, I walked away with 100$ profit which I split with Ev. I played for a long while on her card.

Interesting. A lady sat down to play next to me. She was very concerned with how I was doing. I was playing max bet max lines on a low progressive slot. Buck and a half a spin. And, was doing pretty good. I was trying to be the Penny Zen Master and not get caught up in the “feeding frenzy” of push push the button as fast as you can.After all I had two hours to kill and the Mac Book Air only runs for an hour on the battery. (That’s why I don’t recommend it and if I had known that I would not have bought it.) So so I was following my “timing the machine” strategy. (Three deep breaths between pushes. Being mindful of “speed kills your wallet”. Letting it count out all pay offs. “Respect the machine”. Calculate the eventually total of what ever I’d win with what I had. Setting stop limits. Being calm. Being in the moment.) So this lady goes to sit next to me. She bumps me hard. Mumbles something. Starts playing with a voucher from another machine. I could help but notice she started with 80$. But, I was in the moment with “my own” machine. I was hitting a lot of small stuff. And I noticed she was very interested in how I was doing. That usually is a giant turn off for me. I am superstitious had believe it brings you bad luck. Like an evil eye. Completely irrational I know. But that my feeling. Conflicts with my new belief — Zen of Penny Slots – Point #10 – It’s a random number generator — and I’m trying to master my emotions at the slots. Any way, I’m not doing badly. I played off my “free” money and put in my planned stake. Two spins in I hit the free spins. Usually I would avoid this kind of game since you have to pick in a “concentration” style bonus game. I am usually a terrible picker. So I used my “randomizing technique” of taking the top bill in my wad and using the digits on it to pick. (Hey, the casino has a random number generator; why can’t I? I probably should print a card of random digits from 0 to 9 at home. I’m not sure those bill digits are that random.) In this case it was my innermost twenty. Good old Andy Jackson. So I plunk out the numbers and sure enough I get top number of spins and top multiplier with a wild card for five additional spins. Now this machine is imho notoriously stingy in the bonus round. But I am the aspiring Zen Master of Penny Slots. And it’s just a random number generator. Any way, bout half way thru, it hits big. 70$ or so. And, the lady next to me is going nuts. She stops play and starts watching me. When I notice this, my machine stops hitting and the bonus round ends. Up about 90$. Normally I’d be pissed and move on. But not the new ZMoPS. I just calmly sit there as it pays off. She says to me: “How did you get so much?” DUH. Now usually I be all in a snit. Say something real nasty, but I’m now the new ZMoPS. So I reply: “Just dumb luck. Besides you shouldn’t be too concerned with what I win. You need to win.” She obviously didn’t like that answer. So she resumed playing and watching. Her husband sits down and she laments on her fate of a “bad machine”. And, tells him I keep winning and winning. With a thick Russian accent. She starts playing again. Stupidly imho. She’s tells hubby: “She’s varying her stake to bring out the luck.” I feel like yelling at her: “No, Grasshopper, that leads to the dark side.” I really wish her the best. Don’t you know she hits the bonus, picks max spins, with max multiplier, with 5 extra, … … with a minimum 30¬¢ bet. Argh! She goes nuts. Meantime, she focuses back on me. I’m still waiting for it to count out my win. But she doesn’t know that so she thinks I’ve hit again. Starts muttering under her breath and yelling at the husband. To which he says: “Lats go eat.” She says something. He walks away. She’s going nuts. Any way I continue to play with a new stop point set of 150$. I hit some more. Get the bonus a few times. Use different bills. Nothing big. My stop keeps edging up to to two hundred. She goes nuts and eventually puts more money in and finally busts out down about 300$ by my eye. So naturally, I start bouncing in and around the 210 to 225 range. At 230, my stop would move to 210. Can’t seem to get up to 230. Eventually the machine “turns cold” and I hit just under 200$. 199.12. And like the ZMoPS I am, I cash out. Thanking the Universe for a nice hour and ten minutes of fun. It was “fun”. Split with the old lady. And I can come another day. I didn’t ever indulge in schadenfreude at my “companion’s” loss. But it did teach me that I’m on the right path to control my losses at the casino.

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http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/womens-basketball/news?slug=ap-ncaa-rutgers

Rutgers snares a No. 7 seed in NCAAs

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PISCATAWAY, N.J. (AP)—Rutgers women’s basketball coach C. Vivian Stringer wasn’t exactly thrilled with her team’s NCAA tournament draw.

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I think they did pretty well.

The committee stuck Notre Dame in UConn’s bracket. RU dodged Baylor’s and Tennessee’s brackets. All in all, I can see RU getting to the Final Four if they play well.

Out in the first round if they play that funky “pass the ball around until we turn it over” style that seems, like a recessive gene, to come out when one least expects it. All her teams have had that. Perhaps it’s the coaching?

I’d expect that the hardest thing for a coach is to infuse the players with intensity.

And, RU hasn’t had a legitimate 5 since Sue Wicks left.

Now there was a woman with intensity.

It’s hard to see RU advancing without a traditional 5 for rebounds and points in the paint.

But then what do I know? I’m only a fat old white guy injineer. And this was the first year without season tix to RU. Among other things I am without.

Time to see RU pull a rabbit out of the hat, or put some intensity in the sneakers. That’s what winning is all about.

Raw naked desire!

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UPDATE: FROM A COMMENT ON FACEBOOK, MY RESPONSE:

We’ll see. This was my wife’s “team”. Subway alumni. Had season tix from the mid-70s until last year. I think when ever she watched them that she wondered what might have been. Her common phrase was “I was born two decades too soon” and after the women would play badly “they have no idea what gift they have to play at this level”. Not in criticism, but a wistful sadness.

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http://blogs.wsj.com/speakeasy/2011/03/14/mars-needs-moms-may-be-one-of-hollywoods-biggest-bombs/?blog_id=120&post_id=64261

MARCH 14, 2011, 7:00 AM ET
‘Mars Needs Moms’ May Be One of Hollywood’s Biggest Bombs
By Anthony Kaufman

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Disney’s latest 3-D animated film “Mars Needs Moms” may be one of the biggest box office bombs of all time.

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A smart ten year old told me all I needed to know about this stinker.

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Oh, come on now, do they really think that children are that gullible.

Colors were good.

The family icon was strangely “universal”.

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The grand nephew in law had words of wisdom. Enough to make you cry.

“I miss Auntie Ev” Me2

“I told Mommy we should get you a puppy so you wouldn’t be lonely. (I’d heard that one before. I explained my “one dog, one wife, one house” policy)

“When will you get remarried? Then you won’t be lonely.” Argh! Explained policy again.

(Now that’s either a penetrating insight or he’s repeating what he’s heard.)

Caught me by surprise. Out of the mouths of babes.

How could anyone replace, match, or even come close to, another soul mate?

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Watching little girls learning physical courage when the basketball bounces the wrong way. I know some one who would have enjoyed every minute.

I wuz robbed! Can’t fool me. I ain’t that tired, drunk, or stupid not to know when I’m being cheated.

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http://www.tvguide.com/photogallery/wonder-woman-cast-1029055

Photo GalleriesWonder Woman: Who Should Be Cast?

Why Betty White, of course. Who else is a wonder!

Vote Betty White! #wonderwoman #bettywhite

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http://www.hltmag.co.uk/oct09/

Half Cup of Tea
submitted by Cynthia Beresford, UK

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Jeremy, who was a very timid young man, had one or two little manias. One of these was that he never wanted more than half a cup of tea. Mostly, though, people were too thoughtless or too generous and they always seemed to fill his cup up.

This girl he met, the daughter of friend of his mother’s, she asked him:

“ Would you like a cup of tea?”

“ Just half , if you don’t mind”

She poured him exactly half a cup.

Over the next few weeks they got to know each other better and nine months on they got engaged.

When he had timidly given her the ring she asked:

“ What was it about me that……?”

He smiled: “I asked you for half a cup of tea and you gave me what I asked for”

She blushed: “It was a terrible moment, that was all I had left in the pot…… I felt awful.”

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A Spoonful of Salt
submitted by Alan Maley, UK

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He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, all the guys were chasing after her. As for him, he felt so ordinary and nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but being polite, she agreed. They sat in a nice coffee shop, but he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and thought, please, let me go home…. when suddenly he asked the waiter. “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why salt? Why not sugar?” He replied,”When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea and the taste of the salty sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have salty coffee, I think of my childhood, think of my hometown. I miss my hometown so much, and I miss my parents who are still living there”.

Tears suddenly filled his eyes. She was deeply touched by his words. A man who can reveal his homesickness, must be a man who loves home, cares about home, feels the responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family….her life. And that was the beautiful beginning of their story. Later, after their marriage, every time she made coffee for him, she put a spoonful of salt in it as she knew that was how he liked it.

40 years later, he passed away, leaving her a letter which said:

“My dearest, please forgive me. My whole Life has been based on a lie. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time. I actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that would be the start of our life together! I wanted to tell you the truth many times in but I was too afraid to do that. Now I’m dying, I’m afraid of nothing so here is the truth: I don’t like salty coffee – I hate the taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!”

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http://cafehayek.com/2011/01/a-proposal-in-the-public-interest.html

A Proposal in the Public Interest

by DON BOUDREAUX on JANUARY 29, 2011

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Another mark of a good economist is to be skeptical of stated intentions. Talk is cheap. So if Jones professes his great love of humanity, the economist pays little heed.

Economist and non-economist are strolling in Manhattan. When they pass Carnegie Hall, the non-economist says wistfully to the economist, “You know, I’ve always wanted to learn to play the piano.” The economist replies “obviously not.”

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http://www.wimp.com/mirrorprank/

ROFL!

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http://irisheagle.blogspot.com/2011/01/primary-teachers-need-intensive-math.html

THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 2011

Primary teachers need intensive math training, not Higher Level Math ability

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I just don’t see why someone who teaches children up to the age of 12 should be able to “Express μ and σ in terms of a” where “real numbers a, 2a, 3a, 4a and 5a have mean μ and standard deviation σ.”

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Did you ever hear the mantra:

Those who can, do.
Those who can’t, teach.
Those who can’t teach, teach teaching.
Those who can’t teach teaching, go into politics.
Those who can’t succeed in politics, blog.

Ever?

Ok, I made the last two lyrics up.

Anything on the topic of “teaching credentialing” that this fat old white guy injineer has read, has highlighted that this field doesn’t get the “best and brightest”.

So maybe insisting that “teachers” demonstrate some intellectual prowess or achievement is a way of getting the children exposed to excellence.

In a Karate Dojo, I’m told, the master usually instructs the beginners so that they get the best start possible.

If we could get the Gooferment out of “education”, maybe “the best and brightest” would be in “education”. How much would you pay for “an einstein” to teach you how to … write a blog?

ROFL, tongue in cheek, just about bloggers like us.

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http://www.instructables.com/id/Lunchtime-Clock/

Lunchtime Clock

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Have you ever wished lunchtime were longer, but didn’t know where to find those few extra minutes? Well, wish no longer!

Thanks to great in advances in clock technology, I present to you a clock that speeds up 20% every day at 11:00 and slows down 20% every day at 11:48, giving you an extra twelve minutes of lunch to enjoy. Twelve minutes may not seem like a lot but, to put it into perspective, this is a full additional hour of lunchtime gained every week.

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I laughed when I read this. I had a similar “funny clock” in my book.

“Appropriately moved, Saint Taq thanked the Lord for the ‘funny clock’. He anticipated their need in His plan. It was beautiful to see the Lord’s Grace move the human heart; Jody was now really praying and meaning it. It was also interesting to note that human’s are such a trusting lot. No one had a watch. Everyone believed in an external reality. It was a very clever piece of engineering. It did keep a 24 hour cycle, but it slowed at “night” and sped up during the “day”. The shelter’s designers were working on the concept of having the shelter occupants sleep 20 hours per day to relieve the boredom. They hadn’t worked it all out, but it was interesting. Only at ‘noon’ did the clock match the external world. It ran its fastest close to ‘noon’; slowest around ‘midnight’. No wonder the fire teams thought the night watch ‘would never end’. After less than a day, they were sleeping two hours more. Everyone was so busy during the ‘day’ because it was a ‘short’ day. TAQ petitioned the Lord to grant Jody the gift of Courage to reduce to two meals per day. Otherwise on Exit Day, they were going to have some very fat kids.” — CHURCH 10●19●62 Volume 1 Page 74

No new ideas.

LOL!

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http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/01/05/ap/strange/main7216288.shtml?tag=cbsnewsSectionContent.12

Jan. 5, 2011
Romanian Witches Use Spells to Protest New Taxes
Angry Witches Use Cat Excrement and Dead Dogs to Cast Spells on President and Government; Politicians Aren’t Laughing It Off

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Romanian witch Mihaela Minca, right, speaks during an interview with The Associated Press, as her daughter and apprentice Casanndra, left, looks on, in Mogosoaia, Romania, Jan. 5, 2011. (AP Photo/Vadim Ghirda)

(AP) MOGOSOIA, Romania – Everyone curses the tax man, but Romanian witches angry about having to pay up for the first time are planning to use cat excrement and dead dogs to cast spells on the president and government.

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ROFL, that’s one approach. If it works, we should try it here!

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