Like a Fine Wine . . .</h1> <article> <h1>Like a Fine Wine . . .</h1> <p>Linda — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 00:27:00 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/6d70df9f-5634-48de-9186-b938e2127765"> </a> <div>August 30, 2007 16 Things That It Took Me Over 50 Years to Learn by Dave Barry, Nationally Syndicated Columnist 1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night. 2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved and never will achieve its full potential, that word would be "meetings." 3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness." 4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them. 5. You should not confuse your career with your life. 6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. 7. Never lick a steak knife. 8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip. 9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time. 10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment. 11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven. 12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers. 13. A person who is nice to you but rude to a waiter is not a nice person (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.) This is sooooo true. 14. Your friends love you anyway. 15. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic. 16. Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. </div> </article> <article> <h1>Interesting . . .</h1> <p>Linda — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 23:50:41 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/9abbfd1e-dc79-485d-a09d-9f0855fc3b4f"> </a> <div>Vinegar May Aid in Fat Loss Study Shows Ancient Medical Remedy May Help Modern Struggle Against Obesity By Kelli Miller Stacy WebMD Health News Reviewed by Louise Chang, MD June 22, 2009 -- The latest weapon in the battle of the bulge may be as close as your kitchen pantry. Ordinary household vinegar -- used to make oil-and-vinegar salad dressings or pickles -- appears to turn on genes that help fight fat, researchers in Japan report. Vinegar has long been touted as a cure-all for many ills. The substance has been used a folk medicine remedy since ancient times. Modern medical evidence is slowly adding credence to some of the claims. In recent years, research has suggested that the main chemical in vinegar, called acetic acid, can help control blood pressure and blood sugar. The current findings suggest that vinegar might help a person lose weight or fight obesity. Tomoo Kondo and colleagues gave acetic acid or water to mice via a stomach tube. All were provided a high-fat diet to eat normally. Researchers found that the mice developed a lot less body fat (up to 10% less) than mice who didn’t receive the vinegar compound. The amount of food eaten by the mice was not affected. It’s believed that acetic acid turns on genes that produce proteins that help the body break down fats. Such an action helps prevent fat buildup in body, and thwarts weight gain. The findings are scheduled to be published in the July 8, 2009 issue of Journal of Agricultural and Food Chemistry. </div> </article> <article> <h1>Kisses Unleash Chemicals That Ease Stress Levels</h1> <p>Linda — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 01:11:40 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/6bbd39bb-7fb3-46d3-9add-f02779f702c8"> </a> <div>CHICAGO – "Chemistry look what you've done to me," Donna Summer crooned in Science of Love, and so, it seems, she was right. Just in time for Valentine's Day, a panel of scientists examined the mystery of what happens when hearts throb and lips lock. Kissing, it turns out, unleashes chemicals that ease stress hormones in both sexes and encourage bonding in men, though not so much in women. Chemicals in the saliva may be a way to assess a mate, Wendy Hill, dean of the faculty and a professor of neuroscience at Lafayette College, told a meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of Science on Friday. In an experiment, Hill explained, pairs of heterosexual college students who kissed for 15 minutes while listening to music experienced significant changes in their levels of the chemicals oxytocin, which affects pair bonding, and cortisol, which is associated with stress. Their blood and saliva levels of the chemicals were compared before and after the kiss. Both men and women had a decline in cortisol after smooching, an indication their stress levels declined. For men, oxytocin levels increased, indicating more interest in bonding, while oxytocin levels went down in women. "This was a surprise," Hill said. In a test group that merely held hands, chemical changes were similar, but much less pronounced, she said. The experiment was conducted in a student health center, Hill noted. She plans a repeat "in a more romantic setting." Hill spoke at the session on the Science of Kissing, along with Helen Fisher of Rutgers University and Donald Lateiner of Ohio Wesleyan University. Fisher noted that more than 90 percent of human societies practice kissing, which she believes has three components — the sex drive, romantic love and attachment. The sex drive pushes individuals to assess a variety of partners, then romantic love causes them to focus on an individual, she said. Attachment then allows them to tolerate this person long enough to raise a child. Men tend to think of kissing as a prelude to copulation, Fisher said. She noted that men prefer "sloppy" kisses, in which chemicals including testosterone can be passed on to the women in saliva. Testosterone increases the sex drive in both males and females. "When you kiss an enormous part of your brain becomes active," she added. Romantic love can last a long time, "if you kiss the right person." Lateiner, a classical scholar, observed that kissing appears infrequently in Greek and Roman art, but was widely practiced, despite the spread of skin disease at that time by facial kissing. And there was a potential for social faux pas by kissing the wrong person at the wrong time. Overall, the science of kissing — philematology — is under-researcherd, Hill concluded. </div> </article> <article> <h1>Gypsies</h1> <p>Linda — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 06:25:39 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/bacebbcf-4d39-4b37-8429-ca053edc4db4"> </a> <div>Last night the gypsies came - Nobody knows from where. Where they’ve gone to nobody knows, And nobody seems to care! Between the trees on the old swamp road I saw them round their fire: Tattered children and dogs that barked As the flames leaped high and higher; There were black-eyed girls in scarlet shawls, Old folk wrinkled with years, Men with handkerchiefs round their throats And silver loops in their ears. Ragged and red like maple leaves When frost comes in the Fall, The gypsies stayed but a single night; In the morning gone were all - Never a shaggy gypsy dog, Never a gypsy child; Only a burnt-out gypsy fire Where danced that band so wild. All gone and away, Who knows where? Only the wind that sweeps Maple branches bare. by Rachel Field </div> </article> <article> <h1>Death Is Not The End</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:52:52 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/4de1cc32-bccf-425a-845f-4fa2f4234184"> </a> <div> Death is not the end Death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide Our mind thinks of death. Our heart thinks of life Our soul thinks of Immortality. Sri Chinmoy </div> </article> <article> <h1>Heart, We Will Forget Him</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:44:01 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/6b74b8a9-24f6-461c-8675-beb8e16298a8"> </a> <div> Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him! - Emily Dickinson </div> </article> <article> <h1>A Train Went Throught A Burial Gate</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 01:58:00 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/3381f60f-1dee-42cb-91b5-014a5cafb386"> </a> <div> A train went through a burial gate, A bird broke forth and sang, And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat Till all the churchyard rang; And then adjusted his little notes, And bowed and sang again. Doubtless, he thought it meet of him To say good-by to men. By Emily Dickinson </div> </article> <article> <h1>Crows</h1> <p>Linda — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 16:45:10 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/22bc15c8-6a8a-4962-8551-0ea198d97dc0"> </a> <div>Four big crows have "adopted" me. They fly to the house two to three times a day and land on the porch and bannister and eat dry cat food from a bowl I leave on the porch for a neighbor's cat. Sometimes they drink some of the water I put out but their main interest is the cat food. I've been watching them thru the window and the "peep hole" in the front door. They tend to squabble alot amongst themselves and they can be REALLY loud! Suprisingly loud! I've only seen the occasional crow on a telephone pole or in a tree and had no idea how loud these birds could be! I checked various sites on the internet and read that they will eat cat and dog kibble but are fond of boiled eggs, potato chips and even pizza! I stacked a handful of cheesy Pringles next to the kitty kibble yesterday afternoon and they cleaned them up quickly. I'm thinking of other stuff to put out that they might like. Popcorn? I never realized how big crows are - not having seen them up close like this before - and they are quite lovely creatures. I hope it doesn't mean bad luck when crows show up at your door . . . </div> </article> <article> <h1>A Favorite Sonnet</h1> <p>Linda — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 21:06:49 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/04562eab-5dbf-4db6-ac0f-fddb5bb33f94"> </a> <div>Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) </div> </article> <article> <h1>Measure of a Man</h1> <p>Linda — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:04:23 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/e66baa8f-702c-4924-ab59-55cd074b3c12"> </a> <div>"Sports do not build character. They reveal it." Matthew Campbell</div> </article> <article> <h1>Decisions . . .</h1> <p>Linda — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 02:46:24 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/beb20a11-7bac-4002-a614-11bc4d3f5684"> </a> <div>"More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to dispair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly" Woody Allen</div> </article> <article> <h1>Truth</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:46:52 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/5f725d0c-4b54-4864-a238-51c90c74b5ea"> </a> <div>"You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad." Aldous Huxley</div> </article> <article> <h1>Limited</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:36:02 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/fce41e2f-a52d-4b70-8ce7-84d60920a3d2"> </a> <div>"Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed." Blaise Pascal</div> </article> <article> <h1>Kindness</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:30:13 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/29385e88-0e9e-47e4-8337-9c10a5411f77"> </a> <div>"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." Plato</div> </article> <article> <h1>Revealing</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:25:15 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/e7d110d4-ea4e-4b5f-b60c-61780e4b9207"> </a> <div>"Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your life" Marilyn Ferguson</div> </article> <article> <h1>Pain</h1> <p>Linda — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:11:42 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/439d3abf-4d8e-4dca-b7e0-23f500efcb41"> </a> <div>"Not that you lied to me but that I no longer believe you - that is what has distressed me." Nietzche</div> </article> <article> <h1>My Heart</h1> <p>Linda — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:18:17 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/786cba5b-a00c-4423-8dc3-df6ce8bbfb17"> </a> <div>My Heart "O my heart, O heart of mine, You are my life-boat. You sail the uncharted seas of ignorance And reach the golden shore of the Beyond." - Sri Chinmoy </div> </article> <article> <h1>My Life Closed</h1> <p>Linda — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:04:58 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/afd0dfb0-461f-4c22-8246-7ac6372a8f35"> </a> <div>My Life Closed My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell By: Emily Dickinson </div> </article> <article> <h1>My Dove, My Beautiful One</h1> <p>Linda — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 07:36:46 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/fcffa87e-38c6-4a88-991c-cd78aca6ac02"> </a> <div>MY dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes. The odorous winds are weaving A music of sighs: Arise, arise, My dove, my beautiful one! I wait by the cedar tree, My sister, my love. White breast of the dove, My breast shall be your bed. The pale dew lies Like a veil on my head. My fair one, my fair dove, Arise, arise! By James Joyce </div> </article> <article> <h1>If I Can Stop</h1> <p>Linda — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 07:20:46 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/55a41474-1c08-4a26-b13b-6d5cabc40eb0"> </a> <div>IF I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. By Emily Dickinson </div> </article> <article> <h1>Chariot (Because I Could Not Stop For Death)</h1> <p>Linda — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:46:15 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/106541bc-2e9e-4ffc-8139-264ab124bed0"> </a> <div>Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible. The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. by Emily Dickinson </div> </article> <article> <h1>I Died For Beauty</h1> <p>Linda — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 04:23:17 GMT</p> <a href="http://people.tribe.net/a64cefcf-4371-4e3a-827c-498a25299319/blog/9f882abe-e55a-4856-8f62-2eb823e7b1c0"> </a> <div>I Died for Beauty By Emily Dickinson I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth,--the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms. Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. </div> </article> </main></body></html>