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quotation: Thirst teaches all animals to drink, but drunkenness belongs only to man. Henry Fielding


Thirst teaches all animals to drink, but drunkenness belongs only to man.Henry Fielding (1707-1754) Discuss

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Word: BELITTLE


belittle 

Definition: (verb) To represent or speak of as contemptibly small or unimportant; disparage.
Synonyms: denigratederogateminimize
Usage: Why should I bother trying to get good grades when all you do is belittle my achievements? Discuss.

 

Lenárd conducts Glazunov – The Seasons” (complete ballet)



Ondrej Lenárd conducts the Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra.

About the composer: – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexande…

About the ballet: – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Seas…)

WINTER
Introduction 
Four Variations – begins 2:14
Frost – 3:38
Ice – 4:39
Hail – 5:55
Snow – 6:48
Coda – 7:39

SPRING – begins 10:04

SUMMER
Scene – begins 15:21
Waltz of the Cornflowers and the Poppies – 17:55
Barcarolle – 19:54
Variations – 22:03
Coda – 23:07

AUTUMN
Bacchanale and Appearance of the Seasons – begins 27:17
Adagio – 31:03
Scene and Apotheosis – 34:48

Just a thought: “Be as if you were Humanity’s only hope!”


Just a thought:  “Be as if you were Humanity’s only hope!”

 

This Day in the Yesteryear: “CROCODILE HUNTER” KILLED WHEN STINGRAY BARB PIERCES HIS HEART (2006)


“Crocodile Hunter” Killed When Stingray Barb Pierces His Heart (2006)

Australian wildlife expert and conservationist Steve Irwin shot to fame with his wildlife documentary television series The Crocodile Hunter, earning an international following with his exuberance and oft-repeated catchphrase “Crikey!“. The beloved naturalist was snorkeling at the Great Barrier Reef, filming a segment for a documentary, when he was fatally pierced in the chest by a poisonous stingray barb. He was just 44 and is survived by his wife and two children. Where is he buried? More… Discuss

 

MEGAPODES


Megapodes

Megapodes are large-footed, chicken-like birds found in Australia and New Guinea. Rather than brood their eggs, females bury them in massive nest-mounds of decaying vegetation that males then tend. Megapode chicks are superprecocial, meaning they hatch in a very mature state that includes having open eyes, feathers, and, in some species, the ability to fly. They typically hatch unattended and therefore do not undergo imprinting. How then do they come to recognize other members of their species? More… Discuss

 

LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac (“…thought I saw an eagle…couldn’t been a vulture…”)



LEONARD COHEN LYRICS

“Story Of Isaac”

The door it opened slowly, 
my father he came in, 
I was nine years old. 
And he stood so tall above me, 
his blue eyes they were shining 
and his voice was very cold. 
He said, “I’ve had a vision 
and you know I’m strong and holy, 
I must do what I’ve been told.” 
So he started up the mountain, 
I was running, he was walking, 
and his axe was made of gold. 
Well, the trees they got much smaller, 
the lake a lady’s mirror, 
we stopped to drink some wine. 
Then he threw the bottle over. 
Broke a minute later 
and he put his hand on mine. 
Thought I saw an eagle 
but it might have been a vulture, 
I never could decide. 
Then my father built an altar, 
he looked once behind his shoulder, 
he knew I would not hide. 

You who build these altars now 
to sacrifice these children, 
you must not do it anymore. 
A scheme is not a vision 
and you never have been tempted 
by a demon or a god. 
You who stand above them now, 
your hatchets blunt and bloody, 
you were not there before, 
when I lay upon a mountain 
and my father’s hand was trembling 
with the beauty of the word. 

And if you call me brother now, 
forgive me if I inquire, 
“Just according to whose plan?” 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will kill you if I must, 
I will help you if I can. 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will help you if I must, 
I will kill you if I can. 
And mercy on our uniform, 
man of peace or man of war
the peacock spreads his fan.

Bob Dylan – A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall


BOB DYLAN LYRICS

“A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singing
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

 

TV IS GOING TO THE DOGS, LITERALLY


TV Is Going to the Dogs, Literally


In August, DirecTV, a US-based satellite broadcasting service, will be launching the first television channel with round-the-clock programming for man’s best friend. DOGTV will air programs designed specifically for dogs, with their particular vision and hearing needs in mind. For just $4.99 a month, doting pooch owners will have access to this 24/7 stream of programming meant to relax, stimulate, and relieve the loneliness of their canines. More…Discuss
 

 

CAT ALLERGIES COULD SOON BE A THING OF THE PAST


Cat Allergies Could Soon Be a Thing of the Past

Cat allergy is the most common allergy to a household pet, but that could soon change. Researchers have uncovered the biological pathway activated by cat allergen in humans, meaning that they can now start looking into better ways to block it. They are hopeful that their findings will allow them to provide relief not only to cat allergy sufferers but also, at some point, to those allergic to dogs and house dust mitesMore… Discuss

 

LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac Listen to the Jaw harp- we call that “drmba” in Romanian!)



 Send “Story Of Isaac” to your Cell 
Story Of Isaac, by Leonard Cohen

The door it opened slowly, 
My father he came in, 
I was nine years old. 
And he stood so tall above me, 
His blue eyes they were shining 
And his voice was very cold. 
He said, “i’ve had a vision 
And you know I’m strong and holy, 
I must do what i’ve been told.” 
So he started up the mountain, 
I was running, he was walking, 
And his axe was made of gold. 
Well, the trees they got much smaller, 
The lake a lady’s mirror, 
We stopped to drink some wine. 
Then he threw the bottle over. 
Broke a minute later 
And he put his hand on mine. 
Thought I saw an eagle 
But it might have been a vulture, 
I never could decide. 
Then my father built an altar, 
He looked once behind his shoulder, 
He knew I would not hide. 

You who build these altars now 
To sacrifice these children, 
You must not do it anymore. 
A scheme is not a vision 
And you never have been tempted 
By a demon or a god. 
You who stand above them now, 
Your hatchets blunt and bloody, 
You were not there before, 
When I lay upon a mountain 
And my father’s hand was trembling 
With the beauty of the word. 

And if you call me brother now, 
Forgive me if I inquire, 
“Just according to whose plan?” 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will kill you if I must, 
I will help you if I can. 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will help you if I must, 
I will kill you if I can. 
And mercy on our uniform, 
Man of peace or man of war, 
The peacock spreads his fan…

 Send “Story Of Isaac” to your Cell 

 

FLIES AND BEETLES: FOOD OF OUR FOOD’S FUTURE?


Flies and Beetles: Food of Our Food’s Future?

Last month, the UN Food and Agriculture Organizationreported that insects are “underutilized” as food, and while many people are still reluctant to consider insects as a food source for themselves, they are less resistant to the idea of eating something that has previously eaten bugs. That is where French start-up company Ynsect, and others like it, come in. These companies are developing animal feeds that utilize insects rather than pricier soybeans as their source of protein. More… Discuss

Playful Squirrel- Almo Oil Color Sketch )My Art Collection)


Playful Squirrel- Almo Oil Color Sketch )My Art Collection)

Playful Squirrel- Almo Oil Color Sketch )My Art Collection)

Dog Beach – Spring Walk Day


Dog Beach - Spring Walk Day

Dog Beach – Spring Walk Day

INVASIVE SNAILS EATING FLORIDIANS OUT OF HOUSE AND HOME, LITERALLY


Invasive Snails Eating Floridians Out of House and Home, Literally

Several invasive species have made Florida their home, including the Burmese python and the perhaps lesser known but no less destructive giant African land snail. These snails can grow to be as big as rats and even carry a parasitic rat lungworm that can sicken humans. They devour over 500 species of plants and are also particularly fond of stucco, a building material that contains calcium needed for their shells—shells so sharp they have been known to puncture tires. Over 100,000 of the snails have been captured since they were first spotted in Florida in September 2011, but with each snail capable of producing 1,200 eggs a year, the battle is far from over. More… Discuss

 

Cat Poses in Mirror: We all are fascinated by mirrors: from Snow White’s step mother, to Sox the cat; The reasons are unimportant!


My take on things: To the question who was first: the HEN or the EGG….Our answer is: MONSANTO!


My take on things: To the question who was first: the HEN or the EGG….Our answer is:  MONSANTO!

LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac (“…A scheme is not a vision…”)


Send “Story of Isaac” Ringtone to your Cell

Story of Isaac Leonard Cohen 

The door it opened slowly,
My father he came in,was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
His blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold.
He said, I’ve had a vision
And you know I’m strong and holy,
I must do what I’ve been told.
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
And his axe was made of gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,
The lake a lady’s mirror,
We stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
He looked once behind his shoulder,
He knew I would not hide.

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children,
You must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not there before,
When I lay upon a mountain
And my father’s hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word.

And if you call me brother now,
Forgive me if I inquire,
Just according to whose plan? 
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
Man of peace or man of war,
The peacock spreads his fan.

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Quotation of the Day: Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC)


At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Discuss