
Dang! It's winter. I do not personally enjoy drinking beer OR playing cards ... but I still think this picture is hilarious! (I received it by round-robin e-mail several years ago so sorry, I don't know who made the picture.)
Dang! It's winter. I do not personally enjoy drinking beer OR playing cards ... but I still think this picture is hilarious! (I received it by round-robin e-mail several years ago so sorry, I don't know who made the picture.)
excerpt from "The Prisoner of Chillon" by Byron:
My brothers -- both had ceased to breathe
I took that hand which lay so still,
Alas! my own was full as chill;
I had not strength to stir or strive,
But felt that I was still alive,
-- A frantic feeling when we know
That what we love shall ne'er be so.
I know not why
I could not die,
I had no earthly hope -- but faith,
And that forbade a selfish death.
This link is to an essay I read today, entitled "Justice and Forgiveness," by Professor Morton Winston, Department of Philosophy and Religion, The College of New Jersey:
Current mood: determined
"Heaven leads us down the path we choose."
-- Jewish Proverb
Soak 1 lb. great northern beans overnight.
Drain the soaked beans the next day, and then add fresh water.
Cut up: 6-8 slices of turkeybacon, a few carrots, some onion.
Boil together with beans; add: salt, accent, and celery seed to taste; also a little garlic powder or fresh minced garlic.
Simmer, stirring from time to time and adding water as needed. It takes several hours until the beans break apart, which thickens the broth.
"He was naturally more eloquent, had a ready plenty of words, and sometimes, as I thought, bore me down more by his fluency than by the strength of his reasons."
-- Benjamin Franklin