Friday, April 30, 2010
Work Your Synapses!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Lost Love
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Elizabeth's Mystery
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Revolution
Monday, April 26, 2010
A New York Story
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Indisputably The Best
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Moby Dick Opera
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Pizza Problem
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Power Of Words
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Power Of Habit
Monday, April 19, 2010
Illusions
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Apology
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Purpose Of Brick Walls
Thursday, April 15, 2010
No More Promises, Promises!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tiger!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Wayarnbeh The Turtle
Oolah, the lizard, was out getting yams on a Mirrieh flat. She had three of her children with her. Suddenly she thought she heard some one moving behind the big Mirrieh bushes. She listened. All of a sudden out jumped Wayambeh from behind a bush and seized Oolah, telling her not to make a noise and he would not hurt her, but that he meant to take her off to his camp to be his wife. He would take her three children too and look after them. Resistance was useless, for Oolah had only her yam stick, while Wayambeh had his spears and boondees. Wayambeh took the woman and her children to his camp. His tribe when they saw him bring home a woman of the Oolah tribe, asked him if her tribe had given her to him. He said, "No, I have stolen her." "Well," they said, "her tribe will soon be after her; you must protect yourself; we shall not fight for you. You had no right to steal her without telling us. We had a young woman of our own tribe for you, yet you go and steal an Oolah and bring her to the camp of the Wayambeh. On your own head be the consequences." In a short time the Oolahs were seen coming across the plain which faced the camp of the Wayambeh. And they came not in friendship or to parley, for no women were with them, and they carried no boughs of peace in their bands, but were painted as for war, and were armed with fighting weapons. When the Wayambeh saw the approach of the Oolah, their chief said: "Now, Wayambeh, you had better go out on to the plain and do your own fighting; we shall not help you." Wayambeh chose the two biggest boreens that he had; one he slung on him, covering the front of his body, and one the back; then, seizing his weapons, he strode out to meet his enemies. When he was well out on to the plain, though still some distance from the Oolah, he called out, "Come on." The answer was a shower of spears and boomerangs. As they came whizzing through the air Wayambeh drew his arms inside the boreens, and ducked his head down between them, so escaped. As the weapons fell harmless to the ground, glancing off his boreen, out again he stretched his arms and held up again his head, shouting, "Come on, try again, I'm ready." The answer was another shower of weapons, which he met in the same way. At last the Oolahs closed in round him, forcing him to retreat towards the creek. Shower after shower of weapons they slung at him, and were getting at such close quarters that his only chance was to dive into the creek. He turned towards the creek, tore the front boreen off him, flung down his weapons and plunged in. The Oolah waited, spears poised in hand, ready to aim directly his head appeared above water, but they waited in vain. Wayambeh, the black fellow, they never saw again, but in the waterhole wherein he had dived they saw a strange creature, which bore on its back a fixed structure like a boreen, and which, when they went to try and catch it, drew in its head and limbs, so they said, "It is Wayambeh." And this was the beginning of Wayambeh, or turtle, in the creeks.
Australian Legend
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wisdom
Treat the earth well.
It was not given to you by your parents,
it was loaned to you by your children.
We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors,
we borrow it from our Children.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Shadow
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Growing
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Clustering
Monday, April 5, 2010
Reasonable Doubt
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Eggs Feed The Brain
Eggs are a good source of low-cost high-quality protein, providing 5.5 grams of protein (11.1% of the daily value for protein) in one egg for a caloric cost of only 68 calories. The structure of humans and animals is built on protein. We rely on animal and vegetable protein for our supply of amino acids, and then our bodies rearrange the nitrogen to create the pattern of amino acids we require. Another health benefit of eggs is their contribution to the diet as a source of choline. Although our bodies can produce some choline, we cannot make enough to make up for an inadequate supply in our diets, and choline deficiency can also cause deficiency of another B vitamin critically important for health, folic acid. Choline is a key component of many fat-containing structures in cell membranes, whose flexibility and integrity depend on adequate supplies of choline. Two fat-like molecules in the brain, phosphatidylcholine and sphingomyelin, account for an unusually high percentage of the brain's total mass, so choline is particularly important for brain function. In addition, choline is a highly important molecule in a cellular process called methylation. Many important chemical events in the body are made possible by methylation, in which methyl groups are transferred from one place to another. For example, genes in the body can be switched on or turned off in this way, and cells use methylation to send messages back and forth. Choline, which contains three methyl groups, is highly active in this process. Choline is also a key component of acetylcholine. A neurotrasmitter that carries messages from and to nerves, acetylcholine is the body's primary chemical means of sending messages between nerves and muscles.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Meet Rodney
Friday, April 2, 2010
Nailing Down Ideas
I am at a time in my life when a number of potentially useful thoughts occur when I can't easily write them down. Since I don't have a traveling (or any other) assistant to take dictation, the next best thing is my little Olympus digital recorder. (It's the WS-311M model - I'm sure the is a newer one on the market by now.) Great little work horse. I use one of those lanyards for backstage badges to carry it with me in case - you never know - a great idea hits me unexpectedly. Back home I just plug it in my computer, listen to it and put it in the waste basket or add it to my ideas file.