Incoherant Ramblings from a First-Time Father of an Extraordinary Daughter, along with Musings on Life, Food, Books, Entertainment, Running and Poetry all with a Lousy Dawg
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Grab a Hankie - This One is a Tear-Jerker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3DAjQhChRs&feature=player_embedded
Labels:
A Man's Gotta Eat,
Bacon,
Music
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Quote of the Day
In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not.
- CS Lewis
- CS Lewis
Labels:
Things That Matter
Recently Read
“This is probably going to change me,” Kauzlarich had said at Fort Riley, and when he wasn’t around to overhear, a friend had predicted what the change was going to be: “You’re going to see a good man disintegrate before your eyes.”
- The Good Soldiers
- The Good Soldiers
Labels:
Books,
History,
Military,
Quote of the Day
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Recently Read
After food, what every man wanted most was war news. The Japanese sealed their camps from outside information and went to some lengths to convince their captives of Allied annihilation, first by trumpeting Japanese victories, and later, when victories stopped coming, by inventing stories of Allied losses and ridiculously implausible Japanese feats. Once, they announced that their military had shot Abraham Lincoln and torpedoed Washington, D.C. “They couldn’t understand why we laughed,” said a prisoner.
Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
Monday, April 25, 2011
Stiff Upper Lip
When Winston Churchill said "Never, never, never quit" I didn't realize he was talking about a round of golf . . .
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Quote of the Day
Forgiveness does not mean excusing
- CS Lewis
- CS Lewis
Labels:
Quote of the Day,
Things That Matter
The Good Soldiers
The book is a fast-paced read that really centers on the men in the battalion - what they are feeling, how they are changing. The book also describes in unrelenting honesty how totally screwed up Iraq was at the time. Reading the descriptions, I don't see how any reasonable person could have possibly stayed hopeful about the mission of the 2-16 and yet, like "Good Soldiers" they carried on - right down to the very last day of their combat operations.
Finkel's book does not hype the action (although there is plenty of it). Instead, you get a front-row seat in a story that tells you what it was like to be an army infantry soldier in Iraq. It is an amazing eye-opener.
If you like war/memoir books, add this one to your list.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Quote of the Day
"That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all."
- J. August Strindber
- J. August Strindber
Labels:
Fatherhood,
Quote of the Day
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Unbroken
Louie Zamparini was a hoodlum growing up in Torrence, CA in the 30's until he discovered he could run - faster than almost anyone on earth. Nicknamed the Torrence Tornado, he had his eyes set on Olympic gold when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.
He ended up a bomber on a B-24 flying fortress that went down in the Pacific and fought to survive with two of his crew mates.
=Spoiler Alert=
After an eternity at sea, he is captured by the Japanese and put in a POW camp. Without going into all the details (which are in the book), by almost every measurement Japanese POW camps were worse than Axis camps in Europe. All of which was made worse for Zamparini when a vicious guard made him the focus of all his hatred and abuse. That guard would later go on to be named #7 on America's list of top Japanese war criminals.
The book is an astonishing tale of resilience and survival under unimaginable conditions. For so many people, their understanding of our war with Japan starts at Pearl Harbor and ends at Hiroshima without much in between. Believe me, this book will educate you (at least concerning the POW viewpoint).
Over and over, while reading this book, I thought "This has got to be made into a movie!" Now that I have finished it, a movie wouldn't do it justice - this needs to be a mini-series.
Highly recommended.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Daffodils
by May Swenson
Yellow telephones
in a row in the garden
are ringing,
shrill with light.
Old-fashioned spring
brings earliest models out
each April the same,
naïve and classical.
Look into the yolk-
colored mouthpieces
alert with echoes.
Say hello to time.
Yellow telephones
in a row in the garden
are ringing,
shrill with light.
Old-fashioned spring
brings earliest models out
each April the same,
naïve and classical.
Look into the yolk-
colored mouthpieces
alert with echoes.
Say hello to time.
Monday, April 18, 2011
The Best Thing You Will See on the Internet Today
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T36A-H8dPhI&feature=player_embedded
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Quote of the Day
Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done
- CS Lewis
- CS Lewis
Labels:
Quote of the Day,
Things That Matter
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Quote of the Day
Yeah I called her up, she gave me a bunch of crap about me not listening to her, or something, I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.
- Dumb and Dumber
- Dumb and Dumber
Labels:
Love and Marriage,
Quote of the Day
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Quote of the Day
Through pride the devil became the devil. Pride leads to every vice, it's the complete anti-God state of mind.
- CS Lewis
- CS Lewis
Labels:
Quote of the Day,
Things That Matter
Your Next Tweet Will Be . . . .
http://yes.thatcan.be/my/next/tweet/
Here's Mine:
Just made dinner attended by 50 cubits by Lileks today: 7:30am - Ladies and the Oscars but regardless of!
Here's Mine:
Just made dinner attended by 50 cubits by Lileks today: 7:30am - Ladies and the Oscars but regardless of!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Best Year of Her Life
by Gerald Locklin
When my two-year-old daughter
sees someone come through the door
whom she loves, and hasn't seen for a while,
and has been anticipating
she literally shrieks with joy.
I have to go into the other room
so that no one will notice the tears in my eyes.
Later, after my daughter has gone to bed,
I say to my wife,
"She will never be this happy again,"
and my wife gets angry and snaps,
"Don't you dare communicate your negativism to her!"
And, of course, I won't, if I can possibly help it,
and of course I fully expect her
to have much joy in her life,
and, of course, I hope to be able
to contribute to that joy —
I hope, in other words, that she'll always
be happy to see me come through the door—
but why kid ourselves — she, like every child,
has a life of great suffering ahead of her,
and while joy will not go out of her life,
she will one of these days cease to actually,
literally, jump and shriek for joy.
When my two-year-old daughter
sees someone come through the door
whom she loves, and hasn't seen for a while,
and has been anticipating
she literally shrieks with joy.
I have to go into the other room
so that no one will notice the tears in my eyes.
Later, after my daughter has gone to bed,
I say to my wife,
"She will never be this happy again,"
and my wife gets angry and snaps,
"Don't you dare communicate your negativism to her!"
And, of course, I won't, if I can possibly help it,
and of course I fully expect her
to have much joy in her life,
and, of course, I hope to be able
to contribute to that joy —
I hope, in other words, that she'll always
be happy to see me come through the door—
but why kid ourselves — she, like every child,
has a life of great suffering ahead of her,
and while joy will not go out of her life,
she will one of these days cease to actually,
literally, jump and shriek for joy.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Quote of the Day
How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints
- CS Lewis
- CS Lewis
Friday, April 8, 2011
Quote of the Day
“Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
- Ernest Hemmingway
- Ernest Hemmingway
Labels:
Quote of the Day,
That's Life
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Quote of the Day
Leslie explains that although she doesn’t feel called to be a pastor, she would like to be some sort of a traveling evangelist—“stirring up fights in other people’s churches and leaving,” as she puts it.
- The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University
- The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Quote of the Day
Do I believe the rapture is imminent? No. If all the Christians who did believe it was imminent went around doing good deeds with frantic urgency, would I object? Of course not.
- The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University
- The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University
Monday, April 4, 2011
Quote of the Day
My choice in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician, and to tell the truth there's hardly a difference.
- Harry Truman
- Harry Truman
Gospel for Teens
This is an amazing story from 60 minutes this past week:
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7361574n&tag=related;photovideo
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7361570n&tag=contentMain;contentAux
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7361574n&tag=related;photovideo
http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7361570n&tag=contentMain;contentAux
Labels:
Music,
Things That Matter
The Boxers
by Cathy Smith Bowers
When my father, after twenty years, came home
to die, circling, circling, like an animal
we believed extinct, it was my crazy aunt
who took him in, who told later
how the taxi had dumped him
bleached and whimpering on her porch.
And she who had not lived with him
thought his sons and daughters cruel
not to come when he began to call our names.
He died, and soon after, a package in brown wrapping
arrived at my address. My sister, who did not
attend the funeral, kept urging me to open it
and I kept saying I would, soon. Every day
when I came home from work, there it was
sitting at my back door, the remnants
of my father's life—years in the mill
spinning and doffing, then drinking into morning
as he railed at the walls, the cotton
still clinging to his fists. Weeks had passed
when finally my sister and I, after two stiff bourbons,
began to rip the paper, slowly in strips
like archaeologists unclothing a mummy.
And all that was there were a few plaid flannels,
the jacket to a leisure suit, and a pair of boxers,
white and baggy, Rorschached in urine—a smaller size,
my sister said, than the way she remembered him.
Then she offered to drop the things at the Salvation Army
store she passed on her way home. In July
we went shopping for swim suits and I could
see her in the curtained stall across from mine.
She was pulling her slip over her head when I saw
she was wearing them, her thighs like the pale stems
of mushrooms emerging from the boxers' billowy
legs, whiter, softer now, washed clean. I still
can't say why my sister, that day in the Salvation
Army store, glanced up, as I've imagined,
to see if anyone was watching
before she slipped those boxers from the soiled heap
of our father's clothes. Nor why
I took so long to open that package, both wanting
and fearing whatever lay inside. Like a child
huddled by the campfire who cries out in terror
at the story someone just told
and, still weeping, begs for it again.
When my father, after twenty years, came home
to die, circling, circling, like an animal
we believed extinct, it was my crazy aunt
who took him in, who told later
how the taxi had dumped him
bleached and whimpering on her porch.
And she who had not lived with him
thought his sons and daughters cruel
not to come when he began to call our names.
He died, and soon after, a package in brown wrapping
arrived at my address. My sister, who did not
attend the funeral, kept urging me to open it
and I kept saying I would, soon. Every day
when I came home from work, there it was
sitting at my back door, the remnants
of my father's life—years in the mill
spinning and doffing, then drinking into morning
as he railed at the walls, the cotton
still clinging to his fists. Weeks had passed
when finally my sister and I, after two stiff bourbons,
began to rip the paper, slowly in strips
like archaeologists unclothing a mummy.
And all that was there were a few plaid flannels,
the jacket to a leisure suit, and a pair of boxers,
white and baggy, Rorschached in urine—a smaller size,
my sister said, than the way she remembered him.
Then she offered to drop the things at the Salvation Army
store she passed on her way home. In July
we went shopping for swim suits and I could
see her in the curtained stall across from mine.
She was pulling her slip over her head when I saw
she was wearing them, her thighs like the pale stems
of mushrooms emerging from the boxers' billowy
legs, whiter, softer now, washed clean. I still
can't say why my sister, that day in the Salvation
Army store, glanced up, as I've imagined,
to see if anyone was watching
before she slipped those boxers from the soiled heap
of our father's clothes. Nor why
I took so long to open that package, both wanting
and fearing whatever lay inside. Like a child
huddled by the campfire who cries out in terror
at the story someone just told
and, still weeping, begs for it again.
Labels:
Family,
Fatherhood,
Poetry
Sunday, April 3, 2011
What If . . .
What if, in the vast story of your life, the trials, the tribulations, the joys and the sorrows, you are beside the point?
What if the entire point of your life is effecting the lives of those you touch?
What of if the entire point of your life is me, and the entire point of my life is you?
What if we can't find our lives until we lose them for each other?
What if the entire point of your life is effecting the lives of those you touch?
What of if the entire point of your life is me, and the entire point of my life is you?
What if we can't find our lives until we lose them for each other?
I Can't Believe I am Saying This . . .
You should REALLY listen to the excellent story from Al Sharpton. (eww . . . I just threw-up a little in my mouth).
No, really. It is worth 15 minutes of your time:
http://www.mixcloud.com/themoth/al-sharpton-conviction/
No, really. It is worth 15 minutes of your time:
http://www.mixcloud.com/themoth/al-sharpton-conviction/
Pixar's Cars 2 is Coming
http://youtu.be/RRz5YDokhzE
Can you spot the secret URL code that leads you to the sneak peek? (Hint: pause at 00:57)
Old Cell Phone Commercials
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWfqkrAM8IY&feature=player_embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAeBlL1zuko&feature=player_embedded
I love how the next one uses the fact that the phone only weighs TWO POUNDS as a selling point . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUF3yjgGf4&feature=player_embedded
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Quote of the Day
The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.
- Theodore Rubin
- Theodore Rubin
Labels:
Quote of the Day,
That's Life
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