Saturday, November 15, 2014

Rock You Like a Hurricane!


Probably the best hard rock song/video ever.

Click here to see for yourself.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

The Science of Deduction


"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."


- Sherlock Holmes

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Unleashed


Capt. Adelaide Brooke:  Is there anything you can't do?

The Doctor:  Not anymore.


- Doctor Who

Friday, October 10, 2014

Point Blank Shakubuku


"Jesus, Marty, you're pathetic. It sounds like you need shakubuku."


- Debi, Gross Pointe Blank

One of Us


"He was of the right sort; he was one of us."


-Marlow, Lord Jim

Forever Young

The Arnold family, circa 1970
- The Wonder Years

Thursday, October 9, 2014

The Frog in the Well

Once there was a turtle who came across a well.  He looked down into the well and saw a frog sitting at the bottom.  "Hey!" the turtle said, "what are you doing at the bottom of the well?"  "I don't understand what you mean," the frog replied.  "I am very happy down here."

"But don't you want to see the sky?" the turtle asked.  "Why?" the frog replied, "The sky is only a small circle and I can see all of it from here." 

"That's not correct," the turtle said.  "The sky is vast and immense and even if a thousand birds fly overhead it does not obscure the sky a bit. You have been down in that well too long and you have forgotten how big the sky is!"   

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

No Beginning and No End


"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-to-effect.  But actually from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey-wimey stuff."


- The Doctor, Doctor Who

Friday, August 29, 2014

Motorcycle Racing and the Art of Life

Motorcycle racing may, at first glance, appear to have nothing to do with ordinary life.  This arguably strange activity where the objective is to navigate a track in the shortest amount of time would appear to require unique skills that are unrelated to those needed in ordinary daily life.  The truth is, however, that the same principles that lead to success in racing lead to success in Life:

1.  You go where you look.

2.  Relaxation is the key to success.

3.  Slow is smooth.  Smooth is fast.

4.  Make haste slowly.

5.  Good planning and preparation are critical to success.

6.  Your instinctual reaction is wrong.

7.  The truth is counter-intuitive.

8.  You must learn, practice, and instill proper habits.

9.  You are your own worst enemy.  The only thing slowing you down is yourself.

10.  There is no one to beat other than yourself.

11.  Success is the result of consistent high-performance - not occasional moments of brilliance.

and...

12.  Practice, practice, and more practice!

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Breaking Away


Mike's Brother:  How are you fellas doing?
 
Cyril:  Well, we're a little disturbed by developments in the Middle East, but...
 
 
 - Breaking Away

Monday, June 16, 2014

M51

This image of Messier 51, the "Whirlpool Galaxy" was taken by NASA's Chandra X-Ray Observatory

Friday, April 25, 2014

Life

To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life. 


- The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Sir Patrick Spence

The king sits in Dumferling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
‘O whar will I get guid sailor,
To sail this schip of mine?’ 
 
Up and spak an eldern knicht,
Sat at the kings richt kne:
‘Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor
That sails upon the se.’ 
 
The king has written a braid letter,
And signd it wi his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,
Was walking on the sand. 
 
The first line that Sir Patrick red,
A loud lauch lauched he;
The next line that Sir Patrick red,
The teir blinded his ee. 
 
‘O wha is this has don this deid,
This ill deid don to me,
To send me out this time o’ the yeir,
To sail upon the se! 
 
‘Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all,
Our guid schip sails the morne:’
‘O say na sae, my master deir,
For I feir a deadlie storme. 
 
‘Late late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi the auld moone in hir arme,
And I feir, I feir, my deir master,
That we will cum to harme.’ 
 
O our Scots nables wer richt laith
To weet their cork-heild schoone;
Bot lang owre a’ the play wer playd,
Their hats they swam aboone. 
 
O lang, lang may their ladies sit,
Wi thair fans into their hand,
Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence
Cum sailing to the land. 
 
O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
Wi thair gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
For they’ll se thame na mair. 
 
Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,
It’s fiftie fadom deip,
And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,
Wi the Scots lords at his feit.
 
 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014