Friday, December 30, 2011
Lawrence: An earth-sized planet found... are we on the thres...
Lawrence: An earth-sized planet found... are we on the thres...: “Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.” I wish to thank each and everyone of you who re...
An earth-sized planet found... are we on the threshold of finding someone 'out there', and the momentous problems this will bring?
“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:.An earth-sized planet found... are we on the threshold of finding someone 'out there', and the momentous problems this will bring?
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
Newly discovered Kepler-20f planet,
close but no cigar
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note: Arguably the most important and influential science fiction novel ever written was "The War of the Worlds" by H. G. Wells in 1898. It made palpable, frightening, believable the horrifying possibility that we are not alone and that what creatures descend on us could mean catastrophe for each and every one of us, our entire species and every manifestation of who we are, where we came from, what we've done, and even what happened to us thereafter and our pitiable inadequacies, best passing into oblivion rather than remembering, much less celebrating them in any way.
As if this book was not unsettling enough, the astonishing genius of Orson Wells (1915- 1985) made it worse. In 1938 this visionary, this enfant terriible, this man of audacity as boundless as space itself, scared the bejesus out of America with a fictional tale designed to look completely real, as if the events portrayed in New Jersey could have been taking place in any town, any state. Despite the fact that frequent announcements were made that the whole was merely a radio play (albeit the most famous ever broadcast) vast numbers of people believed, ardently, fervently, and with unwavering commitment. Yes, whatever disclaimers were made, these folks knew in their bones that what they heard was the God's honest truth; not just that it might happen. But that it would happen. And we passengers on Spaceship Earth have lived with this deep-seated belief ever since.
Most of us put the matter out of our mind and daily life. Living creatures out there there might be, but not in our time. And so general belief in the existence of "something" was dropped to the lowest possible echelon of public concern, anxiety, and fear.
But now, in a development of the utmost importance, the comfort level of our species and its planetary lotus-eating has received a shock, a very great shock indeed... for we are now closer than ever before to not merely the philosophical supposition that we inhabit inter-galactic space with others... but the distinct and real possibility that that joint habitation is so.
And so I give you as the incidental music for this article, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto Number 1. This was the opening music for the Mercury Theatre on the Air, October 30, 1938 when the future we most dreaded and had always expected descended on Grover's Mill, New Jersey and the genus homo sapiens went irrevocably from master to minion...
Only one thing is different from that evening in October, 1938 and the astonishing discoveries announced by NASA December 21, 2011. And that is the fact that this time there will be no periodic announcements that what you are experiencing is fiction.
Here are the facts as they stand today... facts which every concerned man and woman on this planet owe to themselves to understand and to think deeply, profoundly about.
NASA and its Kepler mission searches the planets circling other stars, by analyzing more than 150,000 stars near the Cygnus and Lyra constellations. Kepler measures the size and orbit of distant planets by watching for a tell-tale dimming in a star's brightness as a planet crosses in front of the star.
In early December, NASA announced the discovery of Kepler-22b, a planet 2.4 times the size of Earth that orbits a star in a habitable zone that could support liquid water, and perhaps life.
Then on December 21 NASA announced the discoveries of Kepler -20e and Kepler -20f, two rocky planets, one Earth-sized and one slightly smaller. This was important and would have been even more important had both these rocky entities not had surface temperatures of 800 degrees, whereas Earth's average temperature is around 59 degrees. If... if... if either of these planets had had temperatures like Earth's, what then? Closer and closer to what scientists are aiming for: life forms, not just rocks and cosmic debris. But the tantalizing "if" that drives scientists early and late was closer than it had ever been, no longer merely possible, but distinctly plausible. And so humanity makes quantum leaps to... what?
And it is this "what" that matters above all else... for humanity must be ready, as ready as possible, should we encounter, in any way, personages of different planets and stars, different in as many ways as we may imagine now... and in ways we have not even dreamt of. And for this, I advance the following recommendations, which I first address to the President of the United States, the responsible government authorities of the Great Republic, each and every presidential candidate, and to all the great executives of all other nations, for perforce we are all of us in this together.
ALL aspects of this unique, historic and portentous intersection must be given increased recognition, funding and priority, for no other single action, event or deed in human events has had the unfathomable significance of this matter.
So, here's what these officials and authorities must do, and do with dispatch:
1) Establish a department of state where all matters pertaining to this epochal rendezvous can be deposited, easily accessed, augmented, corrected, reviewed.
2) Important subjects to be reviewed and kept up to date must include all information, howsoever improbable and unlikely the source. This must include but not be limited to archeological data, historic artifacts, letters, diaries, commentaries on the general subject of denizens of the universe and how they may have made themselves known over time. Nothing should be regarded as beside the point, beneath academic interest, or responsible review. We must always be knowledgeable and humble about what we know on this crucial subject.
3) As a matter of course, aspects of inter-galactic search, contact, and consequences must include defense data, medical knowledge and necessities, as well as the body composition and genetics of our newly discovered neighbors.
More organizing, still better preparedness.
Members of the designated department must brainstorm all subjects, no matter how obscure, relating to this most significant meeting in history. These questions must be conceived, then considered for policy implications, etc.
The great role of the Great Republic.
You don't need to be a political scientist to realize America's once high reputation has fallen in recent years to a distressing, even humiliating level. This hurts, disappoints, and angers all well-meaning citizens who love this nation. It is time for America to reassert itself as that shining city on a hill, extolled by the first Pilgrims of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. Never could America so help the world as being at the service of humanity through the preparation, protection, and pro bono work that will need to be done, done meticulously and done as soon as possible.
This work at once begun, can never be stopped, disregarded, dismissed, or left undone. You see the scientists at the new planet discovering Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics and all the other scientists at our most prestigious institutions will not stop their seismic work; they mean to make the crucial discoveries of life, if it be humanly possible. And we and our human institutions worldwide must adhere to the same high standards, for make no mistake about it; nothing less than the future of our species and our planet are at stake. And we must be prepared, or accept the potential obliteration of every sign, signal, and artifact of the place in the universe we forfeited when we had every opportunity to save ourselves, our cosmic foothold, and our self respect.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:.An earth-sized planet found... are we on the threshold of finding someone 'out there', and the momentous problems this will bring?
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
Newly discovered Kepler-20f planet,
close but no cigar
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note: Arguably the most important and influential science fiction novel ever written was "The War of the Worlds" by H. G. Wells in 1898. It made palpable, frightening, believable the horrifying possibility that we are not alone and that what creatures descend on us could mean catastrophe for each and every one of us, our entire species and every manifestation of who we are, where we came from, what we've done, and even what happened to us thereafter and our pitiable inadequacies, best passing into oblivion rather than remembering, much less celebrating them in any way.
As if this book was not unsettling enough, the astonishing genius of Orson Wells (1915- 1985) made it worse. In 1938 this visionary, this enfant terriible, this man of audacity as boundless as space itself, scared the bejesus out of America with a fictional tale designed to look completely real, as if the events portrayed in New Jersey could have been taking place in any town, any state. Despite the fact that frequent announcements were made that the whole was merely a radio play (albeit the most famous ever broadcast) vast numbers of people believed, ardently, fervently, and with unwavering commitment. Yes, whatever disclaimers were made, these folks knew in their bones that what they heard was the God's honest truth; not just that it might happen. But that it would happen. And we passengers on Spaceship Earth have lived with this deep-seated belief ever since.
Most of us put the matter out of our mind and daily life. Living creatures out there there might be, but not in our time. And so general belief in the existence of "something" was dropped to the lowest possible echelon of public concern, anxiety, and fear.
But now, in a development of the utmost importance, the comfort level of our species and its planetary lotus-eating has received a shock, a very great shock indeed... for we are now closer than ever before to not merely the philosophical supposition that we inhabit inter-galactic space with others... but the distinct and real possibility that that joint habitation is so.
And so I give you as the incidental music for this article, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto Number 1. This was the opening music for the Mercury Theatre on the Air, October 30, 1938 when the future we most dreaded and had always expected descended on Grover's Mill, New Jersey and the genus homo sapiens went irrevocably from master to minion...
Only one thing is different from that evening in October, 1938 and the astonishing discoveries announced by NASA December 21, 2011. And that is the fact that this time there will be no periodic announcements that what you are experiencing is fiction.
Here are the facts as they stand today... facts which every concerned man and woman on this planet owe to themselves to understand and to think deeply, profoundly about.
NASA and its Kepler mission searches the planets circling other stars, by analyzing more than 150,000 stars near the Cygnus and Lyra constellations. Kepler measures the size and orbit of distant planets by watching for a tell-tale dimming in a star's brightness as a planet crosses in front of the star.
In early December, NASA announced the discovery of Kepler-22b, a planet 2.4 times the size of Earth that orbits a star in a habitable zone that could support liquid water, and perhaps life.
Then on December 21 NASA announced the discoveries of Kepler -20e and Kepler -20f, two rocky planets, one Earth-sized and one slightly smaller. This was important and would have been even more important had both these rocky entities not had surface temperatures of 800 degrees, whereas Earth's average temperature is around 59 degrees. If... if... if either of these planets had had temperatures like Earth's, what then? Closer and closer to what scientists are aiming for: life forms, not just rocks and cosmic debris. But the tantalizing "if" that drives scientists early and late was closer than it had ever been, no longer merely possible, but distinctly plausible. And so humanity makes quantum leaps to... what?
And it is this "what" that matters above all else... for humanity must be ready, as ready as possible, should we encounter, in any way, personages of different planets and stars, different in as many ways as we may imagine now... and in ways we have not even dreamt of. And for this, I advance the following recommendations, which I first address to the President of the United States, the responsible government authorities of the Great Republic, each and every presidential candidate, and to all the great executives of all other nations, for perforce we are all of us in this together.
ALL aspects of this unique, historic and portentous intersection must be given increased recognition, funding and priority, for no other single action, event or deed in human events has had the unfathomable significance of this matter.
So, here's what these officials and authorities must do, and do with dispatch:
1) Establish a department of state where all matters pertaining to this epochal rendezvous can be deposited, easily accessed, augmented, corrected, reviewed.
2) Important subjects to be reviewed and kept up to date must include all information, howsoever improbable and unlikely the source. This must include but not be limited to archeological data, historic artifacts, letters, diaries, commentaries on the general subject of denizens of the universe and how they may have made themselves known over time. Nothing should be regarded as beside the point, beneath academic interest, or responsible review. We must always be knowledgeable and humble about what we know on this crucial subject.
3) As a matter of course, aspects of inter-galactic search, contact, and consequences must include defense data, medical knowledge and necessities, as well as the body composition and genetics of our newly discovered neighbors.
More organizing, still better preparedness.
Members of the designated department must brainstorm all subjects, no matter how obscure, relating to this most significant meeting in history. These questions must be conceived, then considered for policy implications, etc.
The great role of the Great Republic.
You don't need to be a political scientist to realize America's once high reputation has fallen in recent years to a distressing, even humiliating level. This hurts, disappoints, and angers all well-meaning citizens who love this nation. It is time for America to reassert itself as that shining city on a hill, extolled by the first Pilgrims of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. Never could America so help the world as being at the service of humanity through the preparation, protection, and pro bono work that will need to be done, done meticulously and done as soon as possible.
This work at once begun, can never be stopped, disregarded, dismissed, or left undone. You see the scientists at the new planet discovering Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics and all the other scientists at our most prestigious institutions will not stop their seismic work; they mean to make the crucial discoveries of life, if it be humanly possible. And we and our human institutions worldwide must adhere to the same high standards, for make no mistake about it; nothing less than the future of our species and our planet are at stake. And we must be prepared, or accept the potential obliteration of every sign, signal, and artifact of the place in the universe we forfeited when we had every opportunity to save ourselves, our cosmic foothold, and our self respect.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Lawrence: About Spc. David Hickman, the last of the U.S. tro...
Lawrence: About Spc. David Hickman, the last of the U.S. tro...: “Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.” I wish to thank each and everyone of you who re...
About Spc. David Hickman, the last of the U.S. troops killed in Iraq. He was just 23.
“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..About Spc. David Hickman, the last of the U.S. troops killed in Iraq. He was just 23.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. What you would have noticed first of all was that the pews were filled with young faces... the kinds of faces you don't usually see amongst the congregation at funeral services in Greensboro, North Carolina. And you knew right away that this was a service for someone who died young, died whilst knowing hardly a thing about life... except that he knew and embodied the most important realization in life... that to give to others is the essence of our humanity... whilst to die for others is sublime.
As David Emanuel Hickman had done...
"Zeus".
What you would also have noticed about David Hickman was that he was as near physical perfection as a human can be, so much so that he called himself "Zeus" after the king of the Olympic gods. He didn't just look good... he looked awesome... toned, sculpted, working as the physical fitness fanatic he was to perfect perfection. He was avid in pursuit of the body to die for, organized, dedicated, committed.
Such people, of course, with eye-popping muscles and the kind of beefcake you see on the covers of magazines in the check-out lane at grocery stores, can easily irk and irritate the rest of the population, too lazy to exercise and yet proud... but David Hickman knew the secret to making even the most jealous like him, for he was the class cut-up... a man whose smile was more killing than his six pack. David loved to laugh... and he loved to make everyone around him laugh, too. We could forgive this kid anything... because he made us laugh at everything... it was his real claim to fame, even when he was masterminding the complicated plays that brought sweet victory to Northeast Guilford High School. For he was, in time-honored American fashion, a grid iron hero...
Complicated plans.
David relished his time playing football... not least because it gave him the opportunity to create... the most complicated plays, plays which he would sit at home inventing, doodling, making notes on a page that would in due course become the moves that would bring the excited crowd to its feet shouting for David, anxious for more of the same, sure it would come... for David loved the game and relished the fact that it gave him the opportunity to dazzle... even though his ultra complicated game plans had to be put aside after he graduated... mere teen-agers were unable to understand, much less execute them. How David must have smiled when he learned that, "Don't that just beat all... Don't that just beat all?"
What now?
But as all grid iron heroes learn, football and its perquisites stop.. but life goes on. Thus each such hero must answer one insistent question: what now? For David Hickman this meant the service of America, this meant the army... and so he enlisted. And remember this: he did this of his own choice, his own volition. He was not compelled to do so, neither forced nor drafted. He selected the service of his nation because he believed in this nation, its great mission, and its essential goodness and purpose . David Hickman, American boy, volunteered and volunteered in time of war. This single decision, this action was the determining factor in the remaining time of his short life.
Boy into man.
In the army Hickman learned what every service man learns... the crucial importance of the unit, the team, his buddies. Being a team player for football gave him a head start; he already knew how to turn a commitment to his team mates into victory. These crucial skills, on which more lives depended than just his, were honed in the army, in his unit, the 2nd Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry. Hickman, more man than boy with every passing day, grew up in his regiment, as so many before him had grown up. It was all about the men and women he served with, men and women who selected the army, the service of the Great Republic... and their fate as warriors in the current of America's lengthy and growing chain of wars. For be clear on this: in the year Hickman enlisted, in 2009, the great fact of America was America's current wars, in Iraq, in Afghanistan. And David Hickman knew that service to America would very likely, quite probably mean active duty in one or more of these turbulent, always dangerous war zones.
Whether he enlisted because of this great fact, or in spite of it is not known... but this fact is: he signed his name on the required paperwork... and so declared himself ready for whatever should come. Thus, in due course, David Hickman took his godlike physique, his mega-watt smile, his rollicking humor, and his complete commitment to his country to Iraq and to kismet.
Getting into war -- easy. Getting out -- hard.
Every nation or political entity always learns one certain, irrevocable fact: that it is easy, ridiculously easy, to get a war, any war, started. The paraphernalia of war is readily at hand, the stirring rhetoric, the certainty that war, always war, must be the solution to any problem, the seemingly irrefutable argument that this war is just, honest, timely, necessary...
Oh, yes, each war, all the wars, have been easily convoked... and so Johnny goes marching from home, all the necessary assurances and certainties in his kit. And the rest of us wish him well and say that this war, like all the previous wars, is necessary and proper; that our cause is always just, and our wars are all needed, each and every one.
Then we discover that war isn't always the best solution... that war is always muddled, confusing, inept... and expensive. And so painful to see and experience, that the very people we have gone to save are not grateful... are in fact outraged by our presence and wish us to the devil... or at the least to go home soonest. All this invariably surprises, baffles and confuses the likes of David Hickman and all the buddies... for their certainties melt when confronted by the forge of politics, self-seeking, and its multiplicity of shades of gray, instead of the black and white they expected and which had been so clear the day they departed.
And so the team, their buddies and colleagues grows in importance... as does the vital necessity to stay alive, to go home. And a kind of game develops... once the feeling is general that this once certain and necessary war will be over soon, politicians prating of the victory they didn't get... once this happens, the emphasis is on getting out alive; nothing, absolutely nothing is more important than that.
And so the war that no one now believes in must be kept going, while every thought and every effort is on staying alive... going home.
Killed at 23, November 14, 2011.
David Hickman, so expert at so many games, knew the drill... and took his chances. And died in the process.
He was killed by an improvised bomb, a device characteristic of the Iraq war, a cheap, nasty, made-up weapon that mangled and killed the military professionals of our nation. And on an ordinary day in mid-November cut down David Hickman, too... the beauty of his youth, every possibility of a life graced with goodness, empathy, and a willingness to work to make things better... all this gone because of a random destructive device detonated on a day when all David Hickman wanted was to stay alive and go home.
And he did go home, as nearly 4,500 of our countrymen and women came home... to flags flying, guns firing, salutes smartly given... in a box; the last casualty in a war hardly anyone understood... a war that brought us the obloquy of the world... and a church full of his buddies and comrades, every one young, every one without a line, without a single wrinkle... all thinking of God, of David, of themselves, and most of all about America, our Great Republic... and why Taps is played for so many, so often, so much expected, so little achieved.
Go now to any search engine and play it for David Hickman, and for all the rest; for they all died, each and every one of them, for us.
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Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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Thanks Again
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I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..About Spc. David Hickman, the last of the U.S. troops killed in Iraq. He was just 23.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. What you would have noticed first of all was that the pews were filled with young faces... the kinds of faces you don't usually see amongst the congregation at funeral services in Greensboro, North Carolina. And you knew right away that this was a service for someone who died young, died whilst knowing hardly a thing about life... except that he knew and embodied the most important realization in life... that to give to others is the essence of our humanity... whilst to die for others is sublime.
As David Emanuel Hickman had done...
"Zeus".
What you would also have noticed about David Hickman was that he was as near physical perfection as a human can be, so much so that he called himself "Zeus" after the king of the Olympic gods. He didn't just look good... he looked awesome... toned, sculpted, working as the physical fitness fanatic he was to perfect perfection. He was avid in pursuit of the body to die for, organized, dedicated, committed.
Such people, of course, with eye-popping muscles and the kind of beefcake you see on the covers of magazines in the check-out lane at grocery stores, can easily irk and irritate the rest of the population, too lazy to exercise and yet proud... but David Hickman knew the secret to making even the most jealous like him, for he was the class cut-up... a man whose smile was more killing than his six pack. David loved to laugh... and he loved to make everyone around him laugh, too. We could forgive this kid anything... because he made us laugh at everything... it was his real claim to fame, even when he was masterminding the complicated plays that brought sweet victory to Northeast Guilford High School. For he was, in time-honored American fashion, a grid iron hero...
Complicated plans.
David relished his time playing football... not least because it gave him the opportunity to create... the most complicated plays, plays which he would sit at home inventing, doodling, making notes on a page that would in due course become the moves that would bring the excited crowd to its feet shouting for David, anxious for more of the same, sure it would come... for David loved the game and relished the fact that it gave him the opportunity to dazzle... even though his ultra complicated game plans had to be put aside after he graduated... mere teen-agers were unable to understand, much less execute them. How David must have smiled when he learned that, "Don't that just beat all... Don't that just beat all?"
What now?
But as all grid iron heroes learn, football and its perquisites stop.. but life goes on. Thus each such hero must answer one insistent question: what now? For David Hickman this meant the service of America, this meant the army... and so he enlisted. And remember this: he did this of his own choice, his own volition. He was not compelled to do so, neither forced nor drafted. He selected the service of his nation because he believed in this nation, its great mission, and its essential goodness and purpose . David Hickman, American boy, volunteered and volunteered in time of war. This single decision, this action was the determining factor in the remaining time of his short life.
Boy into man.
In the army Hickman learned what every service man learns... the crucial importance of the unit, the team, his buddies. Being a team player for football gave him a head start; he already knew how to turn a commitment to his team mates into victory. These crucial skills, on which more lives depended than just his, were honed in the army, in his unit, the 2nd Battalion, 325th Airborne Infantry. Hickman, more man than boy with every passing day, grew up in his regiment, as so many before him had grown up. It was all about the men and women he served with, men and women who selected the army, the service of the Great Republic... and their fate as warriors in the current of America's lengthy and growing chain of wars. For be clear on this: in the year Hickman enlisted, in 2009, the great fact of America was America's current wars, in Iraq, in Afghanistan. And David Hickman knew that service to America would very likely, quite probably mean active duty in one or more of these turbulent, always dangerous war zones.
Whether he enlisted because of this great fact, or in spite of it is not known... but this fact is: he signed his name on the required paperwork... and so declared himself ready for whatever should come. Thus, in due course, David Hickman took his godlike physique, his mega-watt smile, his rollicking humor, and his complete commitment to his country to Iraq and to kismet.
Getting into war -- easy. Getting out -- hard.
Every nation or political entity always learns one certain, irrevocable fact: that it is easy, ridiculously easy, to get a war, any war, started. The paraphernalia of war is readily at hand, the stirring rhetoric, the certainty that war, always war, must be the solution to any problem, the seemingly irrefutable argument that this war is just, honest, timely, necessary...
Oh, yes, each war, all the wars, have been easily convoked... and so Johnny goes marching from home, all the necessary assurances and certainties in his kit. And the rest of us wish him well and say that this war, like all the previous wars, is necessary and proper; that our cause is always just, and our wars are all needed, each and every one.
Then we discover that war isn't always the best solution... that war is always muddled, confusing, inept... and expensive. And so painful to see and experience, that the very people we have gone to save are not grateful... are in fact outraged by our presence and wish us to the devil... or at the least to go home soonest. All this invariably surprises, baffles and confuses the likes of David Hickman and all the buddies... for their certainties melt when confronted by the forge of politics, self-seeking, and its multiplicity of shades of gray, instead of the black and white they expected and which had been so clear the day they departed.
And so the team, their buddies and colleagues grows in importance... as does the vital necessity to stay alive, to go home. And a kind of game develops... once the feeling is general that this once certain and necessary war will be over soon, politicians prating of the victory they didn't get... once this happens, the emphasis is on getting out alive; nothing, absolutely nothing is more important than that.
And so the war that no one now believes in must be kept going, while every thought and every effort is on staying alive... going home.
Killed at 23, November 14, 2011.
David Hickman, so expert at so many games, knew the drill... and took his chances. And died in the process.
He was killed by an improvised bomb, a device characteristic of the Iraq war, a cheap, nasty, made-up weapon that mangled and killed the military professionals of our nation. And on an ordinary day in mid-November cut down David Hickman, too... the beauty of his youth, every possibility of a life graced with goodness, empathy, and a willingness to work to make things better... all this gone because of a random destructive device detonated on a day when all David Hickman wanted was to stay alive and go home.
And he did go home, as nearly 4,500 of our countrymen and women came home... to flags flying, guns firing, salutes smartly given... in a box; the last casualty in a war hardly anyone understood... a war that brought us the obloquy of the world... and a church full of his buddies and comrades, every one young, every one without a line, without a single wrinkle... all thinking of God, of David, of themselves, and most of all about America, our Great Republic... and why Taps is played for so many, so often, so much expected, so little achieved.
Go now to any search engine and play it for David Hickman, and for all the rest; for they all died, each and every one of them, for us.
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Monday, December 26, 2011
Relationship Building is Good Business, here's why.
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If you want to set your business apart from your competitors spend some time creating and fostering relationships with your current and prospective customers.
Strong business relationship lead to long term customers and this is good for your bottom line. If you have been ignoring social media it's time to recognize that you are turning your back on a vital direct connection to the people who have supported your business and those people who may be your next customers. Your customers are a vital source of information for any company. They can help you understand how to better meet their needs and therefore, retain their business while attracting new business. One of the most powerful ways to tap this valuable resource is by finding more ways to connect with your customers and build lasting relationships.
Relationship building is an ongoing process on and offline. Social media makes it easier to start and build relationships with current and prospective customers all over the world. Your marketing plan should include dedicating resources for building your online presence through posts, blogs, backlinks, bookmarks, commenting and more. Your website is simply not enough any more. If you want to speak to your customers and grow your sales you will need to connect with them using popular social media.
Social media makes it easy to build relationships with your customers, here's how.
- Instantly create connections
- Expand your reach to new markets
- Ability to jump on customer service issues right away
- Better identify gaps in your service provision
- Know what people are saying about your company
- Increase awareness of what your business offers
- Increase referrals and sales
- Generate new sales with offers
- Post Product or Service Reviews
- Improve customer experiences with your company
- Generate fresh online frequent content that you control
What to do next:
Have a look at some of the popular Social Media sites to see which ones are the best fit for your company, products or services. Don't limit yourself to just the large sites, if you can find niche sites directly related to your purposes this can be ideal and easily found with a Google search. Here's just a few of the top ones ranked by Alexa.com
YouTube.com
Facebook.com
Twitter.com
LinkedIn.com
MySpace.com
Yelp.com
StumbleUpon
Tumblr.com
Reddit.com
Flickr.com
Digg.com
Metacafe.com
del.icio.us
segnalo.com
BlogCatalog.com
technorati.com
mixx.com
Rojo.com
Kaboodle.com
gather.com
Folkd.com
KillerStartups.com
Newsvine.com
Faves.com
BlinkList.com
BuddyMarks.com
WireFan.com
Mister-Wong.com
Before the Internet, building business relationships meant greeting your customer by name when they came into your store. Today, it means using social media to better connect with your customers and in the process of helping them you help your own company grow stronger. Companies and their customers are connected in a way never seen before and it’s your job as a business owner to facilitate this process.
About the Author
Sandi Hunter is the Director of Website Development at Worldprofit Inc., a company providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..Relationship Building is Good Business, here's why.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
If you want to set your business apart from your competitors spend some time creating and fostering relationships with your current and prospective customers.
Strong business relationship lead to long term customers and this is good for your bottom line. If you have been ignoring social media it's time to recognize that you are turning your back on a vital direct connection to the people who have supported your business and those people who may be your next customers. Your customers are a vital source of information for any company. They can help you understand how to better meet their needs and therefore, retain their business while attracting new business. One of the most powerful ways to tap this valuable resource is by finding more ways to connect with your customers and build lasting relationships.
Relationship building is an ongoing process on and offline. Social media makes it easier to start and build relationships with current and prospective customers all over the world. Your marketing plan should include dedicating resources for building your online presence through posts, blogs, backlinks, bookmarks, commenting and more. Your website is simply not enough any more. If you want to speak to your customers and grow your sales you will need to connect with them using popular social media.
Social media makes it easy to build relationships with your customers, here's how.
- Instantly create connections
- Expand your reach to new markets
- Ability to jump on customer service issues right away
- Better identify gaps in your service provision
- Know what people are saying about your company
- Increase awareness of what your business offers
- Increase referrals and sales
- Generate new sales with offers
- Post Product or Service Reviews
- Improve customer experiences with your company
- Generate fresh online frequent content that you control
What to do next:
Have a look at some of the popular Social Media sites to see which ones are the best fit for your company, products or services. Don't limit yourself to just the large sites, if you can find niche sites directly related to your purposes this can be ideal and easily found with a Google search. Here's just a few of the top ones ranked by Alexa.com
YouTube.com
Facebook.com
Twitter.com
LinkedIn.com
MySpace.com
Yelp.com
StumbleUpon
Tumblr.com
Reddit.com
Flickr.com
Digg.com
Metacafe.com
del.icio.us
segnalo.com
BlogCatalog.com
technorati.com
mixx.com
Rojo.com
Kaboodle.com
gather.com
Folkd.com
KillerStartups.com
Newsvine.com
Faves.com
BlinkList.com
BuddyMarks.com
WireFan.com
Mister-Wong.com
Before the Internet, building business relationships meant greeting your customer by name when they came into your store. Today, it means using social media to better connect with your customers and in the process of helping them you help your own company grow stronger. Companies and their customers are connected in a way never seen before and it’s your job as a business owner to facilitate this process.
About the Author
Sandi Hunter is the Director of Website Development at Worldprofit Inc., a company providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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Lawrence: 'Darling, I am growing old, silver threads among t...
Lawrence: 'Darling, I am growing old, silver threads among t...: “Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.” I wish to thank each and everyone of you who re...
'Darling, I am growing old, silver threads among the gold.' Telltale signsyou're an old coot.
“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..'Darling, I am growing old, silver threads among the gold.' Telltale signsyou're an old coot.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note! Do you know the great Irish tenor John McCormack? If not, your grandmother surely did. "I tell you Mary Louise, he has the voice of an angel, an angel..." One of the multitude of songs he popularized and made his own was the famous tune "Silver threads among the gold". You couldn't listen without a tear or two dropping gently on your lap... no matter who you were or what your situation. There was that in the singer and his song that made even the most stoic lachrymose.
http://youtu.be/CWsf0Aj0cPc
And so I have selected for the occasional music to this article, "Silver threads among the gold", perhaps the most popular ballad of the period starting with its copyright in 1873 right into the 1920s. The all affecting lyrics are by Eben E. Rexford, music by Hart Pease Danks. You'll find it in any search engine. Go now; find it; listen more than once and sniffle... because this music, these lyrics, this article are all about..... you..... the you getting older and stranger by the day.... you old coot, you.
Pity the poor coot.
I want you to know -- and coot lovers worldwide demand that I tell you -- the coot is an honorable, hard working, entirely meritorious fowl. It is a medium-sized water bird in good standing, well known and up-to-date in its membership in the rail family Rallidae. They constitute, and proudly too, the genus Fulica with eye-catching predominantly black plumage. They are common in South America, Europe, and North America, too.
Now hear this: they vigorously oppose the appropriation of their good name to describe eccentric or crotchety persons and are herewith filing a declaration and grievance with the United Nations. They aver and make clear: there is nothing wrong with coots in general, and old coots must be venerated, never, never derided and made the object of ridicule and derision. However some more insightful coots realize the only bad publicity is no publicity... and so these progressive birds use the expression themselves with glee and impunity.
Are you an old coot?
Consider the case of my honorable father and his telephone answering machine. Over time, this once pristine and useful device has deteriorated. First the machine lost about one in ten calls; then about one quarter of the calls went unrecorded... until now the number of lost calls and messages is hovering at a perfect 100%. It is just about impossible to leave a message for him.
When told of this situation, as he now constantly is, he says "I know. Other people tell me that." And each and every one of these folks wishing for immediate connection with my venerable sire says the same thing: "You need a new answering machine." But my father has a firm response based on his current age (86), likely check-out date, and a gnawing belief he will not get his full and complete money's worth out of any new answering machine... and so the matter rests from day to day... his standing as an old coot now entirely secure and certain. What's more, if he was to get as a gift, for Christmas say or his next birthday, a telephone answering machine, he probably could not be induced even to take it out of the box, for, after all, he didn't really need it; his current machine, despite its foibles and idiosyncrasies is still working, never mind that it only performs its necessary function at the most intermittent of occasions.
Out of range.
The same is true with Dad's O*Keefe and Merritt range. It's, 25, maybe 30, years old, or even more. And whilst it is no doubt a fine company producing a fine product, this particular product has seen better days; to the extent that it cooks the food he likes hot and just so only about half way. And this, as one may well imagine, irritates the old fellow. But because he is not just an old fellow but an old coot, he is not about to let that range go; after all it still cooks about half his food reasonably well.
And so, instead of calling the Sears appliance center or other venue offering stoves at fetching prices, he called..... O*Keefe and Merritt to see if they had the part that was defective on his unit. The representative he ultimately connected with laughed aloud when he gave her the part number, "Honey, we haven't produced that part for over 25 years." And that should have been that... trip to oven store at once... new machine to be installed next Thursday.
But old coots don't think that way.... no indeed.
All but useless... still good enough for coots.
If there's a penny's worth of value left in any object, no matter that that object can not do the job you need done, a coot, any coot, will die rather than lose that value. That's why dear old Dad, not only did not get a new range, but told the flip wench that he would keep looking for the part until he found it. Then he called a couple of repair places to see if they could help; they couldn't. This continued until he had the bright idea of going to Ebay, and there the matter rests because he doesn't know how to use Ebay and daren't ask me because he already knows what I'll say and getting rid of the friggin' stove is just the beginning.
I'd make him chuck the toaster that doesn't quite toast... "but I only got it 15 years ago, and it should be good for another 5,000 pieces at least..."
The typewriter he hasn't used, not to type a single letter or address label in a couple of decades at least... "but it's an Olivetti, top of the line"... Then the punch line, "They discontinued this model years ago, and you can't get ribbons anymore." Of course.
Even the bromo seltzer in the medicine cabinet... that he picked up for "Just a penny, I tell you" at the estate sale of my great grandmother, the sale held when I was just 13 or 14 or so; (I'm 64 now). Then, in 1959, it was already over 20 years old. But she'd say when people told her to get rid of it, she'd say with horror, "Why, what an idea, Lura Marshall"... and then these unanswerable words: "You never know"... and these unanswerable words were rendered with the hauteur of a queen... or at the very least of someone who knew a great, dark, secret, like maybe it was a poison reserved for her Satanic rites. But it was worse, far worse than that.
Now I know what that secret is.
You see, that bottle of bromo seltzer arrived the other day, compliments of my father who decided he needed the space, but absolutely couldn't throw this away. Why, it was owned by his own grandmother.
When I opened that box, I knew; I knew not only I wouldn't... I couldn't throw it away.
And so I came to know.. and now I tell you the secret, that .. becoming an old coot is a matter of heredity, genetics, not choice, which makes me a Young Coot.
Thus I called Poor Old Dad (it took over a dozen attempts to reach him on his wonky answering machine) and promised I'll find him that part if it takes a year, or more; he's right, that range is far too valuable to discard, and new ones cost the earth.
You don't have to have silver threads among the gold to know that, although I most surely do. Why if I find that part, and I shall, that range has at least 20 good years left.... Dad says he's leaving it to me...
*** Your comments on this article are invited.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..'Darling, I am growing old, silver threads among the gold.' Telltale signsyou're an old coot.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note! Do you know the great Irish tenor John McCormack? If not, your grandmother surely did. "I tell you Mary Louise, he has the voice of an angel, an angel..." One of the multitude of songs he popularized and made his own was the famous tune "Silver threads among the gold". You couldn't listen without a tear or two dropping gently on your lap... no matter who you were or what your situation. There was that in the singer and his song that made even the most stoic lachrymose.
http://youtu.be/CWsf0Aj0cPc
And so I have selected for the occasional music to this article, "Silver threads among the gold", perhaps the most popular ballad of the period starting with its copyright in 1873 right into the 1920s. The all affecting lyrics are by Eben E. Rexford, music by Hart Pease Danks. You'll find it in any search engine. Go now; find it; listen more than once and sniffle... because this music, these lyrics, this article are all about..... you..... the you getting older and stranger by the day.... you old coot, you.
Pity the poor coot.
I want you to know -- and coot lovers worldwide demand that I tell you -- the coot is an honorable, hard working, entirely meritorious fowl. It is a medium-sized water bird in good standing, well known and up-to-date in its membership in the rail family Rallidae. They constitute, and proudly too, the genus Fulica with eye-catching predominantly black plumage. They are common in South America, Europe, and North America, too.
Now hear this: they vigorously oppose the appropriation of their good name to describe eccentric or crotchety persons and are herewith filing a declaration and grievance with the United Nations. They aver and make clear: there is nothing wrong with coots in general, and old coots must be venerated, never, never derided and made the object of ridicule and derision. However some more insightful coots realize the only bad publicity is no publicity... and so these progressive birds use the expression themselves with glee and impunity.
Are you an old coot?
Consider the case of my honorable father and his telephone answering machine. Over time, this once pristine and useful device has deteriorated. First the machine lost about one in ten calls; then about one quarter of the calls went unrecorded... until now the number of lost calls and messages is hovering at a perfect 100%. It is just about impossible to leave a message for him.
When told of this situation, as he now constantly is, he says "I know. Other people tell me that." And each and every one of these folks wishing for immediate connection with my venerable sire says the same thing: "You need a new answering machine." But my father has a firm response based on his current age (86), likely check-out date, and a gnawing belief he will not get his full and complete money's worth out of any new answering machine... and so the matter rests from day to day... his standing as an old coot now entirely secure and certain. What's more, if he was to get as a gift, for Christmas say or his next birthday, a telephone answering machine, he probably could not be induced even to take it out of the box, for, after all, he didn't really need it; his current machine, despite its foibles and idiosyncrasies is still working, never mind that it only performs its necessary function at the most intermittent of occasions.
Out of range.
The same is true with Dad's O*Keefe and Merritt range. It's, 25, maybe 30, years old, or even more. And whilst it is no doubt a fine company producing a fine product, this particular product has seen better days; to the extent that it cooks the food he likes hot and just so only about half way. And this, as one may well imagine, irritates the old fellow. But because he is not just an old fellow but an old coot, he is not about to let that range go; after all it still cooks about half his food reasonably well.
And so, instead of calling the Sears appliance center or other venue offering stoves at fetching prices, he called..... O*Keefe and Merritt to see if they had the part that was defective on his unit. The representative he ultimately connected with laughed aloud when he gave her the part number, "Honey, we haven't produced that part for over 25 years." And that should have been that... trip to oven store at once... new machine to be installed next Thursday.
But old coots don't think that way.... no indeed.
All but useless... still good enough for coots.
If there's a penny's worth of value left in any object, no matter that that object can not do the job you need done, a coot, any coot, will die rather than lose that value. That's why dear old Dad, not only did not get a new range, but told the flip wench that he would keep looking for the part until he found it. Then he called a couple of repair places to see if they could help; they couldn't. This continued until he had the bright idea of going to Ebay, and there the matter rests because he doesn't know how to use Ebay and daren't ask me because he already knows what I'll say and getting rid of the friggin' stove is just the beginning.
I'd make him chuck the toaster that doesn't quite toast... "but I only got it 15 years ago, and it should be good for another 5,000 pieces at least..."
The typewriter he hasn't used, not to type a single letter or address label in a couple of decades at least... "but it's an Olivetti, top of the line"... Then the punch line, "They discontinued this model years ago, and you can't get ribbons anymore." Of course.
Even the bromo seltzer in the medicine cabinet... that he picked up for "Just a penny, I tell you" at the estate sale of my great grandmother, the sale held when I was just 13 or 14 or so; (I'm 64 now). Then, in 1959, it was already over 20 years old. But she'd say when people told her to get rid of it, she'd say with horror, "Why, what an idea, Lura Marshall"... and then these unanswerable words: "You never know"... and these unanswerable words were rendered with the hauteur of a queen... or at the very least of someone who knew a great, dark, secret, like maybe it was a poison reserved for her Satanic rites. But it was worse, far worse than that.
Now I know what that secret is.
You see, that bottle of bromo seltzer arrived the other day, compliments of my father who decided he needed the space, but absolutely couldn't throw this away. Why, it was owned by his own grandmother.
When I opened that box, I knew; I knew not only I wouldn't... I couldn't throw it away.
And so I came to know.. and now I tell you the secret, that .. becoming an old coot is a matter of heredity, genetics, not choice, which makes me a Young Coot.
Thus I called Poor Old Dad (it took over a dozen attempts to reach him on his wonky answering machine) and promised I'll find him that part if it takes a year, or more; he's right, that range is far too valuable to discard, and new ones cost the earth.
You don't have to have silver threads among the gold to know that, although I most surely do. Why if I find that part, and I shall, that range has at least 20 good years left.... Dad says he's leaving it to me...
*** Your comments on this article are invited.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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Sunday, December 25, 2011
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O Little Town... Christmas comes to Cambridge, Massachusetts, December 25, 2011. 12:54 a.m. 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Winds W-NW 8 miles per hour.
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Author's program note. Before I left on my Christmas walk-about at not quite 1 a.m. Eastern today, I turned on every light in my brilliantly lit house. On the lights in the hallway thereby exposing in radiance the wistful picture of a young 18th century prince of the House of Brunswick-Luneberg. Dead too soon, not even 20, he craves all the light I can give him, and that is much.
On the lights, all the lights in the Red Drawing Room, on the lights, all the lights in the Green Room, on the lights, all the lights in the Blue Room from where I am writing you now, where the chandelier throws out over 10,000 facets of light. So the seller told me; I have long since given up counting them... but their colors entrance while its welcome heat warms me...
What kind of mania is this that demands every light lit, every treasure burnished, everything bold, audacious, polished, warm and, to my uttermost ability, welcome?
Just this: It is Christmas Day, this very day, this day of days, to come but once and go... and I am alive, ready, eager to take myself from here and see how this 2,011th Christmas is evolving from my vantage point in Cambridge, Massachusetts. I command all this light, first, to celebrate the advent of this day and its great meaning, that on this very day, over two thousand years ago the Prince of Heaven was born, a boon to mankind, our sustaining hope unto the ages. And I want Him to know that He is welcome here... and always has been, though often I did not know or show it...
And, too, there must be light, an explosion of light, to welcome me home, for I mean to go out and see for myself how this Holy Night is faring and what my neighbors may be doing.
Red hat, white fur, my lassez passer.
This is my 63rd Christmas; the year when my many friends worldwide, of so many climes and countries, offer their advice freely before I venture out into the dark and cold. "Bundle up," says Mark Anderson. "Remember to cover your ears," proffers Dale Thomson. "Don't stay out too long," offers David Mobile. Such words, each one on any other day lese majeste', convey care and love... and make me smile. A man like me knows well the warmth of such words and how to conjure them; they cheer the heart such as no fire can. Age hath its wisdoms and privileges; no one knows that better than I do, and I crave them as surely as air or sun; and get them, too.
And so I put on the foolish Santa hat I was given by a young friend who looked raffish when he wore it, whereas I look just silly... but I know that wearing it out this night of all nights, will safely mark me as harmless, eccentric, a man who has imbibed too much of the grape, erroneous conclusions to be sure, but useful when a man leaves his cozy house at midnight, and warm bed, too, to venture out into the piercing cold of a Bay State Christmas in pursuit of... but you must come out of your snug world and along with me to see.
Presents for me...
In the lobby of my building where I am now, I think, the senior resident or close to it, I see two boxes for me. These neat parcels, festooned by words like FedEx and UPS and the numeric mysteries of their tracking systems, firmly establish me as a card-carrying person of the middle classes and of means; poor people shop at stores and carry home their packages, often on buses and late-running subways. Mine ascend by elevators and are given by delivery men, exceptionally polite at this time of year, who say things like "Something else for you, Dr. Lant. Somebody loves you..."
But I have no time for such packages now... I have a mission.
Cold air, colder Puritan.
The cold of midnight is piercing but by no means the worst I have felt; the Internet weather report (the only place I go for weather intelligence anymore) says the wind chill factor is 10 degrees Fahrenheit. I feel superior to that, and further plunges, too. I am glad to take it, and to know I can still take worse; more evidence of my evergreen condition; of increasing importance as I get older...
The Cambridge Common, where by ancient law and privilege I could graze my cows (should I get some), is vacant tonight... but the statue of John Bridge continues its austere duty, scrutinizing the lives of Cantabridgians, ensuring not that we are as worthy as he (for that is impossible) but that we do not stray too far from his noble example.
Bridge was a Puritan, a man of God and God's affairs and ran these, no doubt to God's satisfaction, for Bridge's all-worthy career prospered in mid-17th century Cambridge. Such men, the very fibre of moral rectitude and self-assurance (my ancestors, too, for the nonce) made a point of destroying the olde English Christmas of "God rest ye merry gentlemen." Bridge would no doubt have disapproved the frivolity of my chapeau... and so I walked on, glad he was not coming to disdain my liberated Christmas.
The artistry of ice.
Burdened by winter as I often am here, captive of the chill Atlantic and its perishing cold, I more often avoid the ice than consider it. Tonight I rectified this error and stopped to scrutinize the random beauty of ice, frigid patterns that turned yesterday's puddles into tonight's etched allure. It is beautiful, the kind of sharp avant garde pattern in black and silver a stylish billionaire might use to dazzle every penthouse guest; here this transient beauty goes unremarked by all but me.
There is livelier fare across the street, when seven squad cars spurt police, busily at work at the main gate of Harvard College, just opened days ago from the thrall of the hapless revolutionaries who Occupied Harvard, but not effectively or for very long. The police are out in force, a tow-truck at the ready, a fellow human being in their arms, his Christmas and destiny to be paid out in hospital or jail cell.
I look instead at the statue of Senator Charles Sumner (1811-1874), a man of such austerity and respectability that when he escorted Mary Todd Lincoln there was no touch of scandal at all, though he was reckoned the most handsome man at Harvard and in Civil War Washington. I often wonder whether the burden of such rectitude made him happy. Certainly his statue does not show it. He was cold in life, and perhaps the coldness of this statue is its truest aspect.
I prefer to spend my Christmas night with another Harvard man, the Reverend Phillips Brooks (1835-1893). He is memorialized in Harvard Yard, but not in copper and stone. His is a memorial of people, for the people who admired and loved him created in 1904 Phillips Brooks House Association, a student-run, community-based non-profit public service organization whose mission is the true meaning of this holiday, to give and give until it truly helps and makes a difference.
Brooks took the fine tune by organist Lewis Redner and graced it in 1868 with the words we know as "O Little Town of Bethlehem" and whose words are my prayer for us all this day, and every day.
"O holy Child of Bethlehem Descend to us we pray... O come to us, abide with us Our Lord Emmanuel."
(Concluded and sent to the world as the author's gift, 5:05 a.m., Christmas Day, 2011).
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..O Little Town... Christmas comes to Cambridge, Massachusetts, December 25, 2011. 12:54 a.m. 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Winds W-NW 8 miles per hour.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. Before I left on my Christmas walk-about at not quite 1 a.m. Eastern today, I turned on every light in my brilliantly lit house. On the lights in the hallway thereby exposing in radiance the wistful picture of a young 18th century prince of the House of Brunswick-Luneberg. Dead too soon, not even 20, he craves all the light I can give him, and that is much.
On the lights, all the lights in the Red Drawing Room, on the lights, all the lights in the Green Room, on the lights, all the lights in the Blue Room from where I am writing you now, where the chandelier throws out over 10,000 facets of light. So the seller told me; I have long since given up counting them... but their colors entrance while its welcome heat warms me...
What kind of mania is this that demands every light lit, every treasure burnished, everything bold, audacious, polished, warm and, to my uttermost ability, welcome?
Just this: It is Christmas Day, this very day, this day of days, to come but once and go... and I am alive, ready, eager to take myself from here and see how this 2,011th Christmas is evolving from my vantage point in Cambridge, Massachusetts. I command all this light, first, to celebrate the advent of this day and its great meaning, that on this very day, over two thousand years ago the Prince of Heaven was born, a boon to mankind, our sustaining hope unto the ages. And I want Him to know that He is welcome here... and always has been, though often I did not know or show it...
And, too, there must be light, an explosion of light, to welcome me home, for I mean to go out and see for myself how this Holy Night is faring and what my neighbors may be doing.
Red hat, white fur, my lassez passer.
This is my 63rd Christmas; the year when my many friends worldwide, of so many climes and countries, offer their advice freely before I venture out into the dark and cold. "Bundle up," says Mark Anderson. "Remember to cover your ears," proffers Dale Thomson. "Don't stay out too long," offers David Mobile. Such words, each one on any other day lese majeste', convey care and love... and make me smile. A man like me knows well the warmth of such words and how to conjure them; they cheer the heart such as no fire can. Age hath its wisdoms and privileges; no one knows that better than I do, and I crave them as surely as air or sun; and get them, too.
And so I put on the foolish Santa hat I was given by a young friend who looked raffish when he wore it, whereas I look just silly... but I know that wearing it out this night of all nights, will safely mark me as harmless, eccentric, a man who has imbibed too much of the grape, erroneous conclusions to be sure, but useful when a man leaves his cozy house at midnight, and warm bed, too, to venture out into the piercing cold of a Bay State Christmas in pursuit of... but you must come out of your snug world and along with me to see.
Presents for me...
In the lobby of my building where I am now, I think, the senior resident or close to it, I see two boxes for me. These neat parcels, festooned by words like FedEx and UPS and the numeric mysteries of their tracking systems, firmly establish me as a card-carrying person of the middle classes and of means; poor people shop at stores and carry home their packages, often on buses and late-running subways. Mine ascend by elevators and are given by delivery men, exceptionally polite at this time of year, who say things like "Something else for you, Dr. Lant. Somebody loves you..."
But I have no time for such packages now... I have a mission.
Cold air, colder Puritan.
The cold of midnight is piercing but by no means the worst I have felt; the Internet weather report (the only place I go for weather intelligence anymore) says the wind chill factor is 10 degrees Fahrenheit. I feel superior to that, and further plunges, too. I am glad to take it, and to know I can still take worse; more evidence of my evergreen condition; of increasing importance as I get older...
The Cambridge Common, where by ancient law and privilege I could graze my cows (should I get some), is vacant tonight... but the statue of John Bridge continues its austere duty, scrutinizing the lives of Cantabridgians, ensuring not that we are as worthy as he (for that is impossible) but that we do not stray too far from his noble example.
Bridge was a Puritan, a man of God and God's affairs and ran these, no doubt to God's satisfaction, for Bridge's all-worthy career prospered in mid-17th century Cambridge. Such men, the very fibre of moral rectitude and self-assurance (my ancestors, too, for the nonce) made a point of destroying the olde English Christmas of "God rest ye merry gentlemen." Bridge would no doubt have disapproved the frivolity of my chapeau... and so I walked on, glad he was not coming to disdain my liberated Christmas.
The artistry of ice.
Burdened by winter as I often am here, captive of the chill Atlantic and its perishing cold, I more often avoid the ice than consider it. Tonight I rectified this error and stopped to scrutinize the random beauty of ice, frigid patterns that turned yesterday's puddles into tonight's etched allure. It is beautiful, the kind of sharp avant garde pattern in black and silver a stylish billionaire might use to dazzle every penthouse guest; here this transient beauty goes unremarked by all but me.
There is livelier fare across the street, when seven squad cars spurt police, busily at work at the main gate of Harvard College, just opened days ago from the thrall of the hapless revolutionaries who Occupied Harvard, but not effectively or for very long. The police are out in force, a tow-truck at the ready, a fellow human being in their arms, his Christmas and destiny to be paid out in hospital or jail cell.
I look instead at the statue of Senator Charles Sumner (1811-1874), a man of such austerity and respectability that when he escorted Mary Todd Lincoln there was no touch of scandal at all, though he was reckoned the most handsome man at Harvard and in Civil War Washington. I often wonder whether the burden of such rectitude made him happy. Certainly his statue does not show it. He was cold in life, and perhaps the coldness of this statue is its truest aspect.
I prefer to spend my Christmas night with another Harvard man, the Reverend Phillips Brooks (1835-1893). He is memorialized in Harvard Yard, but not in copper and stone. His is a memorial of people, for the people who admired and loved him created in 1904 Phillips Brooks House Association, a student-run, community-based non-profit public service organization whose mission is the true meaning of this holiday, to give and give until it truly helps and makes a difference.
Brooks took the fine tune by organist Lewis Redner and graced it in 1868 with the words we know as "O Little Town of Bethlehem" and whose words are my prayer for us all this day, and every day.
"O holy Child of Bethlehem Descend to us we pray... O come to us, abide with us Our Lord Emmanuel."
(Concluded and sent to the world as the author's gift, 5:05 a.m., Christmas Day, 2011).
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Million Visitors Free -> http://silver45b.mvisitors.hop.clickbank.net
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Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
'I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar. I sure do like those Christmascookies, babe.'
“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..'I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar. I sure do like those Christmascookies, babe.'
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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. I've got this day all planned. First, I'll finish this article and get it out to the awaiting world; then I'll finish my Christmas shopping. I've been well organized about it. So far, so good; even the help at the other end of the telephone line, the people who take the orders, seem better and friendlier this year. Maybe they're glad to have a job, even a seasonal one, with so many unemployed and likely to remain so.
I've got an objective that keeps me focused today... and that objective is to help myself to some good old, home-baked Christmas cookies... and not just one or two either. Diabetes be damned; Christmas and its cookies come but once a year.... and tonight I'll translate that into some serious munching.
One guy you may know who'll be helping me get in the mood is Georghttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gife Strait. He's called the "King of Country," his brand of music a toe-tapping mixture of western swing, bar-room ballads, honky-tonk style and fresh yet traditional Country. He seems a genuinely nice fellow, the kind of man who in real life would give you a big smile, a strong hand shake, and a tip of his over sized cowboy hat. Under the right circumstances, I could be persuaded to give him one of my Christmas cookies... but not more, no matter how nice he is.
http://youtu.be/HCoGDzKrfXU
In 1999 Strait recorded a peppy little number by Aaron Barker called "Christmas Cookies." It's got the necessary "gosh, ma'am" twang factor and an infectious beat that'll follow you around the house like your favorite dawg, "I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar." The tune is about how he wolfs them down before his sugar babe even finishes the sprinkles and the icing.... his good woman outwardly chiding, but inwardly glad she has this big overgrown boy around the house; women like a little boy in their man... at Christmas and watching them down those cookies at record speed constitutes proof positive that she's got one. "Ah, shucks, babe, I didn't mean to eat them all.... but they were so good I couldn't help myself". What woman, and especially at Christmas, could take offense at that?"
No cookies, no Christmas.
Christmas for me means many, many things. Of the school pageant where my Midwestern school fellows shuffled through the first Noel all gawky embarrassment and barely suppressed giggles.
Of the all important trip to the car lot where one of those trees was ours... and no matter that it wasn't quite symmetrical and never, ever of decorator quality. Our trees were mauled by love and had, from the very first moment, a family look... that became pure Currier and Ives when we tossed on the tinsel; (we were too impatient to put it on piece by piece; clumps were more our style). And when my father put the star on the top of the tree (and it was always the job of my father to do so), we all agreed, with our dog Missy reaffirming with her strident barks and capers, that this was the best tree yet. And so it was... every single year.
Christmas was all about tradition... and no one was more traditional than the three children in our home.... and woe if such and such a thing done a certain way the year before should, by an unthinking adult, be done differently this year. It was done that way before; it must be done that way now. This adamancy makes me smile when I think of it now. No army officer of ancient regiment could have been more devoted to the old ways and true than we were.
And this, of course, is where Christmas cookies come in. We were most dedicated to and unyielding about them, and not just because we always had the best cookies in the world baking in who's ever kitchen we found ourselves. Quite simply, certain cookies with their unmistakable contours, tastes, and looks meant Christmas, and there would have been no Christmas at all without them.
The minute Thanksgiving was over...
I was born in Illinois in 1947, in February, so I was almost a year old when my first Christmas came along. There were just three of us for that first Christmas, two young parents in their mid-twenties... and me, the apple of every eye with consequences still playing themselves out over 60 years later. The first cookie story I remember is so good I have to insert it here... even though it's not about Christmas, but says everything about my mother and her unceasing concern about my welfare and place in the world.
When I was about three or four POM (Poor Old Mother) was so anxious that I have lots of friends and assured position at our neighborhood park, that she sent me into that park alone (whilst she watched anxiously from a distance), a backpack strapped to me and a big package of Oreo cookies filling that pack. So accoutered I became the bait that would ensure my popularity and social advance. There was a certain crazy logic to the scheme... and whilst I do not remember the incident itself, POM told me years later, I was mobbed by moppets who were not about to turn down free cookies, whatever the strings attached. And so my charismatic career was well and truly launched...
... thus was the importance of cookies made clear... so much so, that I can never recall even a short period of my life when I was cookie-less, and certainly never at Christmas.
Klotschkis
My grandmother was of English descent; my grandfather's was German. Yet neither English nor German cookies were favorites. That was the klotschkis which truly symbolized the holidays. Needless to say as a boy I cared nothing for the proper description, where it came from, even how they were made. I was simply mad for this one cookie, the cookie we only got at Christmas and ate wildly, regardless of its astronomic sugar content and stratospheric calories. And I was not alone in this. Klotschkis were everybody's favorite... and so my English-born grandmother bearing the name of the great queen who died the year she was born, was kept baking what we all craved... and knew too well would be gone soon, severely to test our patience before returning.
This year thanks to Sharon Oshatz and fast Internet searches, I got the low-down on the klotschkis, everything but the taste; that I had never forgotten and needed absolutely no assistance to recall.
Klotschkis are simple Polish butter cookies festooned by various jams... particularly strawberry, and the ones I remember best... apricot and prune. My grandmother always finished them with white confectioner's sugar. She knew the importance of tradition, particularly but not exclusively to her youngest relations; she never tampered with what she knew we wanted, expected, and would have been disappointed, dismayed and distraught had even the smallest particular concerning these cookies been neglected or overlooked. And in her kitchen they never were. Though common sense was.
The problem with traditions is that they all have the feeling of forever about them; that what one celebrates today will necessarily be here to be celebrated tomorrow. Nothing could be less true... for every tradition (like everything in the human condition) is doomed to fade, become uncertain and inaccurate, and pass on; and we humans are careless about such matters. We believe in "forever"; when we should be working instead to ensure that forever, by working hard to avoid forgetfulness and oblivion. And as a species we are just horrid at this.
Thus, in this year of our Lord 2011, I shall not have the joy of klotschkis, either the memory or the richness of flavor. My grandmother Victoria, as stolid and certain as Queen Victoria herself, would never be anything but forever; that's the way we acted... only to be upended by the predictable death that turns "forever" into a macabre joke. No recipe written; no recipe transmitted to her daughters, then to me and mine. If only she had said such and such amount of butter, so many dozens of eggs, blended in a bowl and baked for so many minutes. For without these simple directions, this cookie, made magic by Grammie, becomes the task of historians and archeologists.
Still this evening I shall do my best to recreate perfection, recipe in hand, high standard daunting but not inhibiting. For I was there to sample this perfection in the first place... and I must try to recapture it before I, too, cannot do so. I owe it to Grammie... my mother and siblings et al. And I owe it to myself, too, because you see
"I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe."
Dedicated to Sharon Oshatz, colleague, friend, cook, on the occasion of her birthday. I didn't ask how many, because I know she's just getting better and especially appreciate the help she's given to make me better, too.
About the Author
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Author's program note. I've got this day all planned. First, I'll finish this article and get it out to the awaiting world; then I'll finish my Christmas shopping. I've been well organized about it. So far, so good; even the help at the other end of the telephone line, the people who take the orders, seem better and friendlier this year. Maybe they're glad to have a job, even a seasonal one, with so many unemployed and likely to remain so.
I've got an objective that keeps me focused today... and that objective is to help myself to some good old, home-baked Christmas cookies... and not just one or two either. Diabetes be damned; Christmas and its cookies come but once a year.... and tonight I'll translate that into some serious munching.
One guy you may know who'll be helping me get in the mood is Georghttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gife Strait. He's called the "King of Country," his brand of music a toe-tapping mixture of western swing, bar-room ballads, honky-tonk style and fresh yet traditional Country. He seems a genuinely nice fellow, the kind of man who in real life would give you a big smile, a strong hand shake, and a tip of his over sized cowboy hat. Under the right circumstances, I could be persuaded to give him one of my Christmas cookies... but not more, no matter how nice he is.
http://youtu.be/HCoGDzKrfXU
In 1999 Strait recorded a peppy little number by Aaron Barker called "Christmas Cookies." It's got the necessary "gosh, ma'am" twang factor and an infectious beat that'll follow you around the house like your favorite dawg, "I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar." The tune is about how he wolfs them down before his sugar babe even finishes the sprinkles and the icing.... his good woman outwardly chiding, but inwardly glad she has this big overgrown boy around the house; women like a little boy in their man... at Christmas and watching them down those cookies at record speed constitutes proof positive that she's got one. "Ah, shucks, babe, I didn't mean to eat them all.... but they were so good I couldn't help myself". What woman, and especially at Christmas, could take offense at that?"
No cookies, no Christmas.
Christmas for me means many, many things. Of the school pageant where my Midwestern school fellows shuffled through the first Noel all gawky embarrassment and barely suppressed giggles.
Of the all important trip to the car lot where one of those trees was ours... and no matter that it wasn't quite symmetrical and never, ever of decorator quality. Our trees were mauled by love and had, from the very first moment, a family look... that became pure Currier and Ives when we tossed on the tinsel; (we were too impatient to put it on piece by piece; clumps were more our style). And when my father put the star on the top of the tree (and it was always the job of my father to do so), we all agreed, with our dog Missy reaffirming with her strident barks and capers, that this was the best tree yet. And so it was... every single year.
Christmas was all about tradition... and no one was more traditional than the three children in our home.... and woe if such and such a thing done a certain way the year before should, by an unthinking adult, be done differently this year. It was done that way before; it must be done that way now. This adamancy makes me smile when I think of it now. No army officer of ancient regiment could have been more devoted to the old ways and true than we were.
And this, of course, is where Christmas cookies come in. We were most dedicated to and unyielding about them, and not just because we always had the best cookies in the world baking in who's ever kitchen we found ourselves. Quite simply, certain cookies with their unmistakable contours, tastes, and looks meant Christmas, and there would have been no Christmas at all without them.
The minute Thanksgiving was over...
I was born in Illinois in 1947, in February, so I was almost a year old when my first Christmas came along. There were just three of us for that first Christmas, two young parents in their mid-twenties... and me, the apple of every eye with consequences still playing themselves out over 60 years later. The first cookie story I remember is so good I have to insert it here... even though it's not about Christmas, but says everything about my mother and her unceasing concern about my welfare and place in the world.
When I was about three or four POM (Poor Old Mother) was so anxious that I have lots of friends and assured position at our neighborhood park, that she sent me into that park alone (whilst she watched anxiously from a distance), a backpack strapped to me and a big package of Oreo cookies filling that pack. So accoutered I became the bait that would ensure my popularity and social advance. There was a certain crazy logic to the scheme... and whilst I do not remember the incident itself, POM told me years later, I was mobbed by moppets who were not about to turn down free cookies, whatever the strings attached. And so my charismatic career was well and truly launched...
... thus was the importance of cookies made clear... so much so, that I can never recall even a short period of my life when I was cookie-less, and certainly never at Christmas.
Klotschkis
My grandmother was of English descent; my grandfather's was German. Yet neither English nor German cookies were favorites. That was the klotschkis which truly symbolized the holidays. Needless to say as a boy I cared nothing for the proper description, where it came from, even how they were made. I was simply mad for this one cookie, the cookie we only got at Christmas and ate wildly, regardless of its astronomic sugar content and stratospheric calories. And I was not alone in this. Klotschkis were everybody's favorite... and so my English-born grandmother bearing the name of the great queen who died the year she was born, was kept baking what we all craved... and knew too well would be gone soon, severely to test our patience before returning.
This year thanks to Sharon Oshatz and fast Internet searches, I got the low-down on the klotschkis, everything but the taste; that I had never forgotten and needed absolutely no assistance to recall.
Klotschkis are simple Polish butter cookies festooned by various jams... particularly strawberry, and the ones I remember best... apricot and prune. My grandmother always finished them with white confectioner's sugar. She knew the importance of tradition, particularly but not exclusively to her youngest relations; she never tampered with what she knew we wanted, expected, and would have been disappointed, dismayed and distraught had even the smallest particular concerning these cookies been neglected or overlooked. And in her kitchen they never were. Though common sense was.
The problem with traditions is that they all have the feeling of forever about them; that what one celebrates today will necessarily be here to be celebrated tomorrow. Nothing could be less true... for every tradition (like everything in the human condition) is doomed to fade, become uncertain and inaccurate, and pass on; and we humans are careless about such matters. We believe in "forever"; when we should be working instead to ensure that forever, by working hard to avoid forgetfulness and oblivion. And as a species we are just horrid at this.
Thus, in this year of our Lord 2011, I shall not have the joy of klotschkis, either the memory or the richness of flavor. My grandmother Victoria, as stolid and certain as Queen Victoria herself, would never be anything but forever; that's the way we acted... only to be upended by the predictable death that turns "forever" into a macabre joke. No recipe written; no recipe transmitted to her daughters, then to me and mine. If only she had said such and such amount of butter, so many dozens of eggs, blended in a bowl and baked for so many minutes. For without these simple directions, this cookie, made magic by Grammie, becomes the task of historians and archeologists.
Still this evening I shall do my best to recreate perfection, recipe in hand, high standard daunting but not inhibiting. For I was there to sample this perfection in the first place... and I must try to recapture it before I, too, cannot do so. I owe it to Grammie... my mother and siblings et al. And I owe it to myself, too, because you see
"I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe."
Dedicated to Sharon Oshatz, colleague, friend, cook, on the occasion of her birthday. I didn't ask how many, because I know she's just getting better and especially appreciate the help she's given to make me better, too.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Siphon Traffic Listbuilder -> http://www.ActionEqualsProfit.com/?rd=gw8cykpO
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Ten thousand men of Harvard had victory today as the muddled levelersat the World's Greatest University pack it in.
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Author's program note. This is a story of my Cambridge, Massachusetts neighborhood and of the clever administrators who, when the forces of revolution, in the persons of Occupy Harvard, through a simple, if unparalleled expedient, showed the unwashed elite intent on mayhem, just why they weren't going to get it.
This is the story of the young and self-dubbed "idealistic"... who "captured" the undefended citadel of a great institution, pitching their pathetic pup tents at the very foot of John Harvard himself... expecting surrender, kudos, and the front page and editorial favor of the New York Times; then watched themselves become, day by day, a foolish anachronism, rightly snickered at and derided; and at the last embarrassing, uncool.
It is the story of the original alma mater of this Continent who, whilst no doubt exasperated by these her erring children, used a smidgeon of its abundant parental wisdom so that the misbehaving youngsters in her charge were gently taken in hand, chagrined and frustrated of course, but not humiliated. For Harvard, corporate giant that it is, still remembers that it is an institution where young people -- so intelligent, each and every one of them -- must be allowed the foibles of their slender years; admonition and rebuke being the order of the day, not censure and the spanking they truly deserve and which would do them a world of good.
This is the story of how Occupy Harvard, ignored, derided, ridiculed, threw in the unwashed towel, always claiming victory of course, and went home to mom and dad, just in time for Santa Claus, little knowing they had already encountered him in the persons of the wise solons of the university; that their biggest present this season was the respectful treatment, care, even courtesy they received while acting out their petulance and selfishness in the Yard that is the beating heart of Harvard.
To get yourself in the mood for this true tale of our times, start by going to any search engine and find the Harvard Fight Song, "10,000 men of Harvard" and let its bold assurance set the pace for your day and my story. It has absolutely the right brass and total assurance that we ancient grads are feeling today as the immemorial gates of Harvard swing open again after the outrage of locking them in the first place and keeping them locked for 39 long, dreary days.
The tale begins.
Harvard and every single one of its students and grads would like to feel, no, do feel that here in Cambridge the best and brightest gather and under its antediluvian timbers and in the midst of every knowledge Past, Present, and Future; yes gather, for nothing less than to craft the future of this planet and of Mankind. This is the Harvard Mystique; whether it is true or not is irrelevant; for every man of Harvard and every woman of Harvard too, would suffer painful and fatal dismemberment before admitting otherwise. Thus the Mystique, and its very practical consequences, abides.
This Mystique was affronted by, irritated by, and irked and inconvenienced by the pip squeaks who thought they could upend the established order of things hereabouts by planting their ultra privileged posteriors in the mud, and while proclaiming their sanctity and superiority go in pursuit of Something to Advocate. For make no mistake about it, they came to indulge the delights of revolution without a single item of revolutionary intent. These had to be found, even manufactured. And thus they were truly rebels without a cause. But all the other kids of their generation were indulging their penchant for community play time and fatuity; they wanted some of the fun for themselves.
And so they, free to move into the Yard, did so, rapscallions mouthing the flatulent and facile rodomontades of revolution, whilst continuing to take their hot and delicious meals in the convenient refectory, bills dispatched to daddy in the usual fashion. Never before in the annals of human affairs has revolution been so casual, so effortless and so well served.
In loco parentis. What should be done?
Once ensconced, the rebels proceeded to make a menace of themselves; not because of the high value and necessity for their demands; for they were scrambling to find such. No, the real danger was to them... and the university authorities rightly took heed to the very real likelihood that their presence would prove irresistible to the flotsam and jetsam of derelict humanity just feet away in Harvard Square where so many make an uncomfortable home and living, preying on the feckless students of Harvard, too young to know how exploited they are and how much at risk. To the revolutionaries, these are the "people", and they must be saved; thus mistaking who is victim and what is necessary.
And so for the first time in its storied history, since its very foundation in 1636, the great gates, the celebrated gates, the massive historical gates with the proud insignia of ages, these gates swung shut, padlocked and guarded. No one but bona fide students living in the Yard could get in... and this meant graduates like me, a Cambridge dweller, too, and close by, who all view the 25 acres of the Yard as our personal park and estate.
So, the responsible authorities of the university gathered to mull over what they should do, for the good of the institution, the students who came (mirabile dictu) to study and better themselves, and the revolutionaries who needed the utmost protection of all. What should be done for the greatest good of the greatest number?
And some inspired soul at this meeting of high consequence said, "Close the gates." The suggestion, unprecedented, audacious, unexpected, was in fact inspired... for it gave succor to those who needed it (always, remember, including the sophomoric revolutionaries themselves) while depriving those revolutionaries of what they most needed and had to have: an audience.
At once the great leveling revolution and its wet-behind-the-ears practitioners took on an air of irrelevance, far from the event of cosmic significance Harvard students always assume whatever they do must be. They dreamed of sweeping consequence and imperial panoramas, but the best they could come up with was working to get a pay increase for the custodial staff, happily willing to let the students advocate for them, and so, from perceived oppression, show their wiles.
The revolutionaries threw the obligatory "teach in" where the absence of rhetoric, declamation, and logic from the Harvard curriculum was glaringly revealed. They shouted, too, for a review of Harvard's massive investment portfolio, sure that profits were being made by investors without social conscience. But it was much ado about nothing. And so, day by day, without auditors, fervor waned along with the temperatures of bone-chilling December. The revolution sputtered to an ignominious conclusion.
With white gloves...
Winston Churchill, so often so apt, once said, "When you hang a man, don't forget the white gloves." And perhaps this sentiment was conscious as Harvard, having seen the diminution of the revolution and grasped the growing desire of both students and revolutionaries alike for parlay, suggested a face-saving summit conference with all the honors... therefore offering a way out for the embarrassed and disdained occupiers; gates to be open, all but a symbolic token of revolution to be dismantled.
And so in approved Harvard fashion, the hapless revolutionaries will face their extinction today; thence to go home for the holidays extolling all the mighty deeds they did not do. Whilst Harvard, fair Harvard, endures, its great caravan encompassing the globe, majestic, whilst the little hyena yaps no more.
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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. This is a story of my Cambridge, Massachusetts neighborhood and of the clever administrators who, when the forces of revolution, in the persons of Occupy Harvard, through a simple, if unparalleled expedient, showed the unwashed elite intent on mayhem, just why they weren't going to get it.
This is the story of the young and self-dubbed "idealistic"... who "captured" the undefended citadel of a great institution, pitching their pathetic pup tents at the very foot of John Harvard himself... expecting surrender, kudos, and the front page and editorial favor of the New York Times; then watched themselves become, day by day, a foolish anachronism, rightly snickered at and derided; and at the last embarrassing, uncool.
It is the story of the original alma mater of this Continent who, whilst no doubt exasperated by these her erring children, used a smidgeon of its abundant parental wisdom so that the misbehaving youngsters in her charge were gently taken in hand, chagrined and frustrated of course, but not humiliated. For Harvard, corporate giant that it is, still remembers that it is an institution where young people -- so intelligent, each and every one of them -- must be allowed the foibles of their slender years; admonition and rebuke being the order of the day, not censure and the spanking they truly deserve and which would do them a world of good.
This is the story of how Occupy Harvard, ignored, derided, ridiculed, threw in the unwashed towel, always claiming victory of course, and went home to mom and dad, just in time for Santa Claus, little knowing they had already encountered him in the persons of the wise solons of the university; that their biggest present this season was the respectful treatment, care, even courtesy they received while acting out their petulance and selfishness in the Yard that is the beating heart of Harvard.
To get yourself in the mood for this true tale of our times, start by going to any search engine and find the Harvard Fight Song, "10,000 men of Harvard" and let its bold assurance set the pace for your day and my story. It has absolutely the right brass and total assurance that we ancient grads are feeling today as the immemorial gates of Harvard swing open again after the outrage of locking them in the first place and keeping them locked for 39 long, dreary days.
The tale begins.
Harvard and every single one of its students and grads would like to feel, no, do feel that here in Cambridge the best and brightest gather and under its antediluvian timbers and in the midst of every knowledge Past, Present, and Future; yes gather, for nothing less than to craft the future of this planet and of Mankind. This is the Harvard Mystique; whether it is true or not is irrelevant; for every man of Harvard and every woman of Harvard too, would suffer painful and fatal dismemberment before admitting otherwise. Thus the Mystique, and its very practical consequences, abides.
This Mystique was affronted by, irritated by, and irked and inconvenienced by the pip squeaks who thought they could upend the established order of things hereabouts by planting their ultra privileged posteriors in the mud, and while proclaiming their sanctity and superiority go in pursuit of Something to Advocate. For make no mistake about it, they came to indulge the delights of revolution without a single item of revolutionary intent. These had to be found, even manufactured. And thus they were truly rebels without a cause. But all the other kids of their generation were indulging their penchant for community play time and fatuity; they wanted some of the fun for themselves.
And so they, free to move into the Yard, did so, rapscallions mouthing the flatulent and facile rodomontades of revolution, whilst continuing to take their hot and delicious meals in the convenient refectory, bills dispatched to daddy in the usual fashion. Never before in the annals of human affairs has revolution been so casual, so effortless and so well served.
In loco parentis. What should be done?
Once ensconced, the rebels proceeded to make a menace of themselves; not because of the high value and necessity for their demands; for they were scrambling to find such. No, the real danger was to them... and the university authorities rightly took heed to the very real likelihood that their presence would prove irresistible to the flotsam and jetsam of derelict humanity just feet away in Harvard Square where so many make an uncomfortable home and living, preying on the feckless students of Harvard, too young to know how exploited they are and how much at risk. To the revolutionaries, these are the "people", and they must be saved; thus mistaking who is victim and what is necessary.
And so for the first time in its storied history, since its very foundation in 1636, the great gates, the celebrated gates, the massive historical gates with the proud insignia of ages, these gates swung shut, padlocked and guarded. No one but bona fide students living in the Yard could get in... and this meant graduates like me, a Cambridge dweller, too, and close by, who all view the 25 acres of the Yard as our personal park and estate.
So, the responsible authorities of the university gathered to mull over what they should do, for the good of the institution, the students who came (mirabile dictu) to study and better themselves, and the revolutionaries who needed the utmost protection of all. What should be done for the greatest good of the greatest number?
And some inspired soul at this meeting of high consequence said, "Close the gates." The suggestion, unprecedented, audacious, unexpected, was in fact inspired... for it gave succor to those who needed it (always, remember, including the sophomoric revolutionaries themselves) while depriving those revolutionaries of what they most needed and had to have: an audience.
At once the great leveling revolution and its wet-behind-the-ears practitioners took on an air of irrelevance, far from the event of cosmic significance Harvard students always assume whatever they do must be. They dreamed of sweeping consequence and imperial panoramas, but the best they could come up with was working to get a pay increase for the custodial staff, happily willing to let the students advocate for them, and so, from perceived oppression, show their wiles.
The revolutionaries threw the obligatory "teach in" where the absence of rhetoric, declamation, and logic from the Harvard curriculum was glaringly revealed. They shouted, too, for a review of Harvard's massive investment portfolio, sure that profits were being made by investors without social conscience. But it was much ado about nothing. And so, day by day, without auditors, fervor waned along with the temperatures of bone-chilling December. The revolution sputtered to an ignominious conclusion.
With white gloves...
Winston Churchill, so often so apt, once said, "When you hang a man, don't forget the white gloves." And perhaps this sentiment was conscious as Harvard, having seen the diminution of the revolution and grasped the growing desire of both students and revolutionaries alike for parlay, suggested a face-saving summit conference with all the honors... therefore offering a way out for the embarrassed and disdained occupiers; gates to be open, all but a symbolic token of revolution to be dismantled.
And so in approved Harvard fashion, the hapless revolutionaries will face their extinction today; thence to go home for the holidays extolling all the mighty deeds they did not do. Whilst Harvard, fair Harvard, endures, its great caravan encompassing the globe, majestic, whilst the little hyena yaps no more.
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Lawrence: On the getting and giving of Christmas presents.
Lawrence: On the getting and giving of Christmas presents.: “Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.” I wish to thank each and everyone of you who re...
On the getting and giving of Christmas presents.
“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. I started and just about finished my Christmas shopping last night, December 14. That is the anniversary of the death of Queen Victoria's much loved husband Prince Albert... and is the only day of any year when the public can view his mausoleum at Frogmore, on the grounds of Windsor Castle. The great queen is also buried there. I went once on a rainy day many years ago to see and found she had gone to the greatest possible lengths to make sure she was ready for him, her comfort through the anticipated blissful ages to come.
Prince Albert is on my mind today because he is most probably the man who launched in England the idea of the Christmas tree. And once he had done so, loyalists in the empire on which the sun never set felt obliged to have Christmas trees, too, even former imperial colonies like our Great Republic.
Prince Albert brought the idea from his picayune principality Saxe Coburg Gotha. If it had been up to them, the idea of Christmas trees would have stayed German, insignificant, and parochial... but Queen Victoria ruled over half the world... and her prince ruled over her. He liked Christmas trees (indeed, he liked all things that were family oriented and allowed him to drop a sentimental tear or two)... thus Victoria liked Christmas trees... it was the royal couple's gift to the world. I'm glad; I do like the things with all their trimmings and especially their fresh pine scents.
Besides, all the presents do look nice artfully arranged under the tree, don't they? And since this is a story about Christmas presents, it's nice to know you have a beautiful tree packed with mementoes and memories of past years, a suitable place for packages wrapped and unwrapped.
Thus, I have selected the seasonal favorite "O Christmas Tree" as the incidental music for this article. The best known version was written in 1824 by Leipzig organist Ernst Anschutz. It may also have been introduced into England by Prince Albert, whose aspects were serious, nervous, severely self critical and often lachrymose. If such a hard-working man (dead at just 42) could take pleasure in an actual tree and a fine tune about that tree, I am glad he found some comfort and joy at Christmas and thank him for introducing these features of the season to his wife... then the world. You can find many renditions of this song in any search engine. It's very soothing...
Evening December 14
I am a person who has absolutely no Christmas spirit at all until I set about the important business of selecting gifts for my chosen ones. You see, I am one of the decided minority of people who actually like selecting and giving gifts. I do not regard the matter as forced (as so many others, budding Scrooges all), onerous, a ridiculous waste of time and money, over as early and inexpensively as possible. No, indeed.
I grew up in an Illinois home, part of the famous Baby Boom generation which has, since its conception, had such a pronounced effect on manners and mores. Giving apt presents was one of the things my family and friends liked to do, even grampa Walt who could be notoriously crusty about such matters, especially if the spending of money was involved (as, with Christmas, it always was). I have carried this cheerfulness with me even during my earliest days when money was scarce and one was, therefore, often frustrated and impatient. That, at least, is not the problem now.
The real problem I face is two-fold. First, my annual list is dwindling year by year, compliments of the Grim Reaper, who most assuredly is no cheerleader for Christmas. Second, with only two exceptions (niece Chelsea and nephew Kyle) there are only two young people on the list, and they are already young adults, teen-age years already gone. My adult recipients all have comfortable lives, needing nothing but the one thing I cannot give: good health. Each and every one of them has a pressing health need... and we are all at the age when no conversation would be complete without a full and complete health update. Still, needing nothing, they would be most dismayed if nothing came from me... and I should think most poorly of myself. And so, December 14, 2011, after the day's work is done, I take out the stacks of catalogs I have been hoarding for months... and which are essential to the only kind of shopping I will ever do... shopping which can be done from the ease and comfort of home, never entering a store for any reason whatsoever.
First, as in every year, I draw up my list and, as always, I remember the dead of my family tree and acquaintance, people I knew so well and loved over the course of a lifetime of Christmases. I never forget these sinews of my life, though thinking of them is always bittersweet. I complete my short list in just a minute or two; I know each name so well and wonder who will be the next to go, shortening my list and diminishing my world.
I then make my preliminary pass through the 50 or so catalogs I have retained for just this moment. Some are automatically eliminated; the Sharper Image catalog immediately goes into the trash due to their astonishing ineptitude with an order for a dear friend. I shall never again trust my reputation and seasonable equanimity to those boneheads. Catalogs for children are disregarded; we have no children. Catalogs with soft furnishings are tossed; January sales will bring better offers. As for still others offering t-shirts with the inscription "She who must be obeyed", these are not my style.
Having discarded the dross, I commence my real labors... this year made immensely easier by the generous gift of a Sacher torte from Vienna, the gift of Dorotheum, Austria's leading auction house, a place I do regular business. Two slices of this famous confection have put me in a very good mood indeed. And so I begin my perusal and selection...
Unlike most Christmas gift givers, I have no pre-set budget. I buy what I like and which, from constant effort, I know the recipient will like. Cost is never the major variable; appropriateness for the recipient is. And so I ramble through the catalogs knowing I would give no present rather than something hasty or unsuitable for a single person on my short list, all loved and cherished by me.
Yet except for Kyle who is difficult, I find over the course of the next 3-4 hours presents that I like, that I feel sure my recipients will like, too. Then today, most probably in the early evening, I shall call every 800 number indicated and use my credit card to make all the purchases. The most important thing about this way of doing business is that one must be patient, partly because it's a very busy season and partly because the help is often seasonal, with all the potential problems that entails. Yes, patience is required. And a sunny word to the order taker, if she feels down and bedraggled, conditions immediately apparent.
In a couple of hours on the phone, my shopping is done... gifts now on their way, whilst I take up the next and final part of my shopping; a visit to Trader Joe's for purchase of the sherry I distribute to all the people who make my life easier, condo maintenance, house cleaners, et al. I have looked for a lifetime for the sherries I give now (for my taste includes both amontillado and cream); Real Tesoro is by far the best, and the least expensive; a miracle often performed at Trader Joe's.
Now I am done... simultaneously glad and sad by the paucity of my gifts... happy that I shall make these special ones happy at least once more... but missing the dear ones gone before and still so loved. For these, I take out my egg nog, remembering the great silver bowl my grandfather used when he administered the nog with brandy; (who got that anyway?), whilst I need only a glass.
And then I plug in my 13" tree, the one with the bubblers my grandmother gave me a half century ago. And in its undulating bubbles all I see is the past... Christmases past retaining a magic Christmases future cannot hope to duplicate or reprise. But in my dark, quiet room, punctuated by the brilliant lights on my little tree, "O Christmas Tree" seizes and sooths me... and reminds me how sturdy God has made me... ready for the future to come...
"O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree How sturdy God hath made thee! Thou bidds't us all place faithfully Our trust in God, unchangingly."
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I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..On the getting and giving of Christmas presents.
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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. I started and just about finished my Christmas shopping last night, December 14. That is the anniversary of the death of Queen Victoria's much loved husband Prince Albert... and is the only day of any year when the public can view his mausoleum at Frogmore, on the grounds of Windsor Castle. The great queen is also buried there. I went once on a rainy day many years ago to see and found she had gone to the greatest possible lengths to make sure she was ready for him, her comfort through the anticipated blissful ages to come.
Prince Albert is on my mind today because he is most probably the man who launched in England the idea of the Christmas tree. And once he had done so, loyalists in the empire on which the sun never set felt obliged to have Christmas trees, too, even former imperial colonies like our Great Republic.
Prince Albert brought the idea from his picayune principality Saxe Coburg Gotha. If it had been up to them, the idea of Christmas trees would have stayed German, insignificant, and parochial... but Queen Victoria ruled over half the world... and her prince ruled over her. He liked Christmas trees (indeed, he liked all things that were family oriented and allowed him to drop a sentimental tear or two)... thus Victoria liked Christmas trees... it was the royal couple's gift to the world. I'm glad; I do like the things with all their trimmings and especially their fresh pine scents.
Besides, all the presents do look nice artfully arranged under the tree, don't they? And since this is a story about Christmas presents, it's nice to know you have a beautiful tree packed with mementoes and memories of past years, a suitable place for packages wrapped and unwrapped.
Thus, I have selected the seasonal favorite "O Christmas Tree" as the incidental music for this article. The best known version was written in 1824 by Leipzig organist Ernst Anschutz. It may also have been introduced into England by Prince Albert, whose aspects were serious, nervous, severely self critical and often lachrymose. If such a hard-working man (dead at just 42) could take pleasure in an actual tree and a fine tune about that tree, I am glad he found some comfort and joy at Christmas and thank him for introducing these features of the season to his wife... then the world. You can find many renditions of this song in any search engine. It's very soothing...
Evening December 14
I am a person who has absolutely no Christmas spirit at all until I set about the important business of selecting gifts for my chosen ones. You see, I am one of the decided minority of people who actually like selecting and giving gifts. I do not regard the matter as forced (as so many others, budding Scrooges all), onerous, a ridiculous waste of time and money, over as early and inexpensively as possible. No, indeed.
I grew up in an Illinois home, part of the famous Baby Boom generation which has, since its conception, had such a pronounced effect on manners and mores. Giving apt presents was one of the things my family and friends liked to do, even grampa Walt who could be notoriously crusty about such matters, especially if the spending of money was involved (as, with Christmas, it always was). I have carried this cheerfulness with me even during my earliest days when money was scarce and one was, therefore, often frustrated and impatient. That, at least, is not the problem now.
The real problem I face is two-fold. First, my annual list is dwindling year by year, compliments of the Grim Reaper, who most assuredly is no cheerleader for Christmas. Second, with only two exceptions (niece Chelsea and nephew Kyle) there are only two young people on the list, and they are already young adults, teen-age years already gone. My adult recipients all have comfortable lives, needing nothing but the one thing I cannot give: good health. Each and every one of them has a pressing health need... and we are all at the age when no conversation would be complete without a full and complete health update. Still, needing nothing, they would be most dismayed if nothing came from me... and I should think most poorly of myself. And so, December 14, 2011, after the day's work is done, I take out the stacks of catalogs I have been hoarding for months... and which are essential to the only kind of shopping I will ever do... shopping which can be done from the ease and comfort of home, never entering a store for any reason whatsoever.
First, as in every year, I draw up my list and, as always, I remember the dead of my family tree and acquaintance, people I knew so well and loved over the course of a lifetime of Christmases. I never forget these sinews of my life, though thinking of them is always bittersweet. I complete my short list in just a minute or two; I know each name so well and wonder who will be the next to go, shortening my list and diminishing my world.
I then make my preliminary pass through the 50 or so catalogs I have retained for just this moment. Some are automatically eliminated; the Sharper Image catalog immediately goes into the trash due to their astonishing ineptitude with an order for a dear friend. I shall never again trust my reputation and seasonable equanimity to those boneheads. Catalogs for children are disregarded; we have no children. Catalogs with soft furnishings are tossed; January sales will bring better offers. As for still others offering t-shirts with the inscription "She who must be obeyed", these are not my style.
Having discarded the dross, I commence my real labors... this year made immensely easier by the generous gift of a Sacher torte from Vienna, the gift of Dorotheum, Austria's leading auction house, a place I do regular business. Two slices of this famous confection have put me in a very good mood indeed. And so I begin my perusal and selection...
Unlike most Christmas gift givers, I have no pre-set budget. I buy what I like and which, from constant effort, I know the recipient will like. Cost is never the major variable; appropriateness for the recipient is. And so I ramble through the catalogs knowing I would give no present rather than something hasty or unsuitable for a single person on my short list, all loved and cherished by me.
Yet except for Kyle who is difficult, I find over the course of the next 3-4 hours presents that I like, that I feel sure my recipients will like, too. Then today, most probably in the early evening, I shall call every 800 number indicated and use my credit card to make all the purchases. The most important thing about this way of doing business is that one must be patient, partly because it's a very busy season and partly because the help is often seasonal, with all the potential problems that entails. Yes, patience is required. And a sunny word to the order taker, if she feels down and bedraggled, conditions immediately apparent.
In a couple of hours on the phone, my shopping is done... gifts now on their way, whilst I take up the next and final part of my shopping; a visit to Trader Joe's for purchase of the sherry I distribute to all the people who make my life easier, condo maintenance, house cleaners, et al. I have looked for a lifetime for the sherries I give now (for my taste includes both amontillado and cream); Real Tesoro is by far the best, and the least expensive; a miracle often performed at Trader Joe's.
Now I am done... simultaneously glad and sad by the paucity of my gifts... happy that I shall make these special ones happy at least once more... but missing the dear ones gone before and still so loved. For these, I take out my egg nog, remembering the great silver bowl my grandfather used when he administered the nog with brandy; (who got that anyway?), whilst I need only a glass.
And then I plug in my 13" tree, the one with the bubblers my grandmother gave me a half century ago. And in its undulating bubbles all I see is the past... Christmases past retaining a magic Christmases future cannot hope to duplicate or reprise. But in my dark, quiet room, punctuated by the brilliant lights on my little tree, "O Christmas Tree" seizes and sooths me... and reminds me how sturdy God has made me... ready for the future to come...
"O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree How sturdy God hath made thee! Thou bidds't us all place faithfully Our trust in God, unchangingly."
### We invite your comments on this article below.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Siphon Traffic Listbuilder -> http://www.ActionEqualsProfit.com/?rd=gw8cykpO
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Lawrence: So, in the end what did they accomplish? The mille...
Lawrence: So, in the end what did they accomplish? The mille...: And so a Huge Story was uncovered... and dutifully reported by news media even more clueless, if possible, than Zeke and the unwashed. “Wow...
So, in the end what did they accomplish? The millennial, the mud, the movement that didn't move and never danced.
And so a Huge Story was uncovered... and dutifully reported by news media even more clueless, if possible, than Zeke and the unwashed.
“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..So, in the end what did they accomplish? The millennial, the mud, the movement that didn't move and never danced.
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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. You know what was wrong with the great millennial movement now receding worldwide? They never looked like they were having a good time... these denizens of our grim day made a statement all right, but it was dour, unsmiling, without a provocative get-down dance move to be seen. But since this generation not only doesn't read but probably can't read, they don't know the secret to a successful revolution is fun. Because if you can't have fun overturning the powers of the world, what's the point! Woodstock Occupy America never was... and so this movement never had legs, much less any tangible success.
That's why I've selected a famous dance number for today's incidental music. It's "We are family" by Sister Sledge. Written by Bernard Edwards and Nile Rodgers, it was released in 1979 and immediately set the world dancing... and why not? There has never been a culture anywhere that didn't embrace the ecstasies of dance... not least because it's a superb way for young 'uns to show off their bods, unceasing energies and the hot moves that cause old folks who have forgotten their own younger days to tsk, tsk.
http://youtu.be/K29yL-2Iuf4
What did they want? Everything. What did they get? Nothing.
One day in September, a lazy young man who got irritated and surly every time his mother asked him to clean his room, decided "enough was enough". He didn't know what that meant, but, to his unclean and untutored ear, it sounded... well it sounded ominous, important, something that would surely get him something. And so he called a couple of his worthless buddies, the kind of schlemiels who are always hanging out, hoping to pick up a few scraps from the table; the kind of kids you feel sorry for and who are later arrested for stealing your silver ware. "Come on ovah," he says, "we'll hang out."
Let's call this kid Zeke, because surly young men with turbulent rooms always have names like Zeke, as young parents expecting their first born should know. A bad name can wreek havoc at any time or place.
Anyway, Zeke sends his first text message to the authorities that be, namely Mom. It says "I have enuff... No clean room ever again. When's dinner? Can Bobbie stay ovah 2nite?"
Despite a lifetime of irritations from her kid, outrages big and small, thoughtlessness of every kind, Mom still loves her Zekie and so indulges the bathless brat, by delivering his dinner rather than the slap on the back of his head he well and truly deserves. Yes, Mom's love protects him -- again.
Zeke's mooching friends arrive.
Zeke has no job... no ambition... no objectives... no goals... and a world of time. His useless friends are the same... no where to go, no way to get there, scroungers each and every one of them. And so, inevitably, they gather in Zeke's ever more filthy and disgusting room to... complain about his Mom, their own Moms, and the entire business of Moms in general. It's unfair... unjust... and they just don't like it, so there.
Next text to Mom reads, "Mom we r hngry. Can you feed us? P.S. We hate you."
Mom's Response.
First off, you must never forget Mom loves Zeke... she knows he needs a swift kick, knows she's coddled him for life, knows that he'll probably be living with her the rest of her life... and that he picks up scum in the street faster than gum to a shoe... but she loves him... and so indulges him. So, she calls all her fellow Moms and arranges a meeting to determine what to do... she also buys a dozen boxes of Arm & Hammer baking soda and hides them in his room... because, not to put too fine a point on it, Zeke stinks, his buddies stink, the room stinks, and one of the neighbors has sent a letter to the board of health.
Now this is a problem.
Next text message received: "We hate all Moms. Plze get me warm clothes NOW?"
What they do all day.
In the past, Zeke, always near the bottom of his class, was going nowhere fast. But now, he's got buddies... a world of buddies... all useless, all just hanging out... all with text messaging, masters of short, misspelled messages, filled with incoherent demands. Thus, Zeke and his buddies besides eating Mom's free food and clogging the overused and under scrubbed facilities (to Mom's shame and disgust) spend every waking minute texting their buddies worldwide.
First, they text this "Meet at Zeke's. Bring lyrics to Kumbaya. Also lice killer." Zeke's new (itching, scratching) friends start arriving. "Hey, man, got any video games?"
Then folks who can't come, decide they want to do what Zeke's doing but in their own neighborhoods... 'cause sitting around the house, doing nothing, going nowhere fast is "wicked cool"... and all their equally worthless friends agree. They have never had more fun in their lives... although they smell something fierce.
The Moms gather.
By now Zeke and his feckless friends have taken over all the rooms in his house... including basement and attic... and they're all over the front yard, the back yard... and... the neighbors' yards. This is now a Real Problem. And so the Moms gather... the loving Moms, the angry Moms, the Moms who want to bash in Zeke's head and every other head, too... every Mom present, accounted for, with an Opinion On The Matter. They decide on Action... and so... they put Zeke's Mom in a hotel along with the heirloom china she's afraid they'll break or steal... and start Retaliating...
... they shut off the heat... they turn off the water... they turn the already obnoxious "necessaries" into truly noisome middens... they put saltpetre in the food.. and end all Charmin deliveries. They mean business.... and the kids gets grossed out... Moms know their business... and are a lot smarter than Zeke and his friends ever knew; although one Mom with a Social Conscience smuggled in some "Moist Wipes" thus earning the contempt of every other Mom. "I couldn't help it," she said, "Cathilynn has never been unclean before."
The media discover a "story".
Folks in the media spend a lot of time waiting for Something to Happen; sometimes they get so bored waiting that they speed up the process; this is especially true if you work for Rupert Murdoch, a guy who hates waiting. Anyway, it didn't take long before Zeke and his unwashed buddies were on Fox News being asked probing questions like this:
"What are you here for? " They didn't know.
"Who's your leader?" Don't have one.
"How long will you stay?" As long as necessary until we find out what we want, and get it.
And so a Huge Story was uncovered... and dutifully reported by news media even more clueless, if possible, than Zeke and the unwashed.
Then one day it happened...
The Moms stormed the Bastille, grabbing the occupiers by the back of their necks, pulverizing the sinks, the toilettes, and the unexpected cache of cusinarts and blenders, literally sending the kids to the showers. It was thorough, effective, well organized and it did the job.
Besides, it was getting close to Christmas, and Zeke and his buddies wanted to see what Santa brought them, for each and every one of them believe in Santa, you can bet on that, as they rely on so many like Santa, people who gave them everything and asked for nothing.
And now the grand summary for the would-be levelers of the world. Not having leaders didn't work. Not having objectives didn't work. Not getting off your privileged posteriors didn't work. What worked was the system that you belittled, affronted, inconvenienced, and outraged. It gave you the hearing you wanted... even though you had nothing of any worth to say and forced us to indulge you to hear and pay for it.
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by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. You know what was wrong with the great millennial movement now receding worldwide? They never looked like they were having a good time... these denizens of our grim day made a statement all right, but it was dour, unsmiling, without a provocative get-down dance move to be seen. But since this generation not only doesn't read but probably can't read, they don't know the secret to a successful revolution is fun. Because if you can't have fun overturning the powers of the world, what's the point! Woodstock Occupy America never was... and so this movement never had legs, much less any tangible success.
That's why I've selected a famous dance number for today's incidental music. It's "We are family" by Sister Sledge. Written by Bernard Edwards and Nile Rodgers, it was released in 1979 and immediately set the world dancing... and why not? There has never been a culture anywhere that didn't embrace the ecstasies of dance... not least because it's a superb way for young 'uns to show off their bods, unceasing energies and the hot moves that cause old folks who have forgotten their own younger days to tsk, tsk.
http://youtu.be/K29yL-2Iuf4
What did they want? Everything. What did they get? Nothing.
One day in September, a lazy young man who got irritated and surly every time his mother asked him to clean his room, decided "enough was enough". He didn't know what that meant, but, to his unclean and untutored ear, it sounded... well it sounded ominous, important, something that would surely get him something. And so he called a couple of his worthless buddies, the kind of schlemiels who are always hanging out, hoping to pick up a few scraps from the table; the kind of kids you feel sorry for and who are later arrested for stealing your silver ware. "Come on ovah," he says, "we'll hang out."
Let's call this kid Zeke, because surly young men with turbulent rooms always have names like Zeke, as young parents expecting their first born should know. A bad name can wreek havoc at any time or place.
Anyway, Zeke sends his first text message to the authorities that be, namely Mom. It says "I have enuff... No clean room ever again. When's dinner? Can Bobbie stay ovah 2nite?"
Despite a lifetime of irritations from her kid, outrages big and small, thoughtlessness of every kind, Mom still loves her Zekie and so indulges the bathless brat, by delivering his dinner rather than the slap on the back of his head he well and truly deserves. Yes, Mom's love protects him -- again.
Zeke's mooching friends arrive.
Zeke has no job... no ambition... no objectives... no goals... and a world of time. His useless friends are the same... no where to go, no way to get there, scroungers each and every one of them. And so, inevitably, they gather in Zeke's ever more filthy and disgusting room to... complain about his Mom, their own Moms, and the entire business of Moms in general. It's unfair... unjust... and they just don't like it, so there.
Next text to Mom reads, "Mom we r hngry. Can you feed us? P.S. We hate you."
Mom's Response.
First off, you must never forget Mom loves Zeke... she knows he needs a swift kick, knows she's coddled him for life, knows that he'll probably be living with her the rest of her life... and that he picks up scum in the street faster than gum to a shoe... but she loves him... and so indulges him. So, she calls all her fellow Moms and arranges a meeting to determine what to do... she also buys a dozen boxes of Arm & Hammer baking soda and hides them in his room... because, not to put too fine a point on it, Zeke stinks, his buddies stink, the room stinks, and one of the neighbors has sent a letter to the board of health.
Now this is a problem.
Next text message received: "We hate all Moms. Plze get me warm clothes NOW?"
What they do all day.
In the past, Zeke, always near the bottom of his class, was going nowhere fast. But now, he's got buddies... a world of buddies... all useless, all just hanging out... all with text messaging, masters of short, misspelled messages, filled with incoherent demands. Thus, Zeke and his buddies besides eating Mom's free food and clogging the overused and under scrubbed facilities (to Mom's shame and disgust) spend every waking minute texting their buddies worldwide.
First, they text this "Meet at Zeke's. Bring lyrics to Kumbaya. Also lice killer." Zeke's new (itching, scratching) friends start arriving. "Hey, man, got any video games?"
Then folks who can't come, decide they want to do what Zeke's doing but in their own neighborhoods... 'cause sitting around the house, doing nothing, going nowhere fast is "wicked cool"... and all their equally worthless friends agree. They have never had more fun in their lives... although they smell something fierce.
The Moms gather.
By now Zeke and his feckless friends have taken over all the rooms in his house... including basement and attic... and they're all over the front yard, the back yard... and... the neighbors' yards. This is now a Real Problem. And so the Moms gather... the loving Moms, the angry Moms, the Moms who want to bash in Zeke's head and every other head, too... every Mom present, accounted for, with an Opinion On The Matter. They decide on Action... and so... they put Zeke's Mom in a hotel along with the heirloom china she's afraid they'll break or steal... and start Retaliating...
... they shut off the heat... they turn off the water... they turn the already obnoxious "necessaries" into truly noisome middens... they put saltpetre in the food.. and end all Charmin deliveries. They mean business.... and the kids gets grossed out... Moms know their business... and are a lot smarter than Zeke and his friends ever knew; although one Mom with a Social Conscience smuggled in some "Moist Wipes" thus earning the contempt of every other Mom. "I couldn't help it," she said, "Cathilynn has never been unclean before."
The media discover a "story".
Folks in the media spend a lot of time waiting for Something to Happen; sometimes they get so bored waiting that they speed up the process; this is especially true if you work for Rupert Murdoch, a guy who hates waiting. Anyway, it didn't take long before Zeke and his unwashed buddies were on Fox News being asked probing questions like this:
"What are you here for? " They didn't know.
"Who's your leader?" Don't have one.
"How long will you stay?" As long as necessary until we find out what we want, and get it.
And so a Huge Story was uncovered... and dutifully reported by news media even more clueless, if possible, than Zeke and the unwashed.
Then one day it happened...
The Moms stormed the Bastille, grabbing the occupiers by the back of their necks, pulverizing the sinks, the toilettes, and the unexpected cache of cusinarts and blenders, literally sending the kids to the showers. It was thorough, effective, well organized and it did the job.
Besides, it was getting close to Christmas, and Zeke and his buddies wanted to see what Santa brought them, for each and every one of them believe in Santa, you can bet on that, as they rely on so many like Santa, people who gave them everything and asked for nothing.
And now the grand summary for the would-be levelers of the world. Not having leaders didn't work. Not having objectives didn't work. Not getting off your privileged posteriors didn't work. What worked was the system that you belittled, affronted, inconvenienced, and outraged. It gave you the hearing you wanted... even though you had nothing of any worth to say and forced us to indulge you to hear and pay for it.
### We invite your comments on this article below.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Income Times Ten -> http://www.ActionEqualsProfit.com/?rd=jh66cFqL
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This a wonder Article you will want to read it to your children and Grand children
“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..'Yes, Virginia there still is a Santa Claus', and he needs you more than ever before.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
Newsman Francis Pharcellus
Church wrote The Sun's
response to Virginia.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note: September 21, 1897, the editor of the New York Sun ran an unsigned editorial in the form of a letter to the editor and that editor's response. The title of this article was "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus", and it long ago became the world's most reprinted article, particularly at the Christmas season.
The 8-year girl who wrote the letter (and, yes, she was a real person) achieved by a simple question an ineradicable place in history, a place any number of kings and queens, politicians and generals might have envied. For the question was not glib... and neither was its response.
This response was written by veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church, and you can find the complete text in any search engine; the message can be read profitably by all good people though well over a century has passed since it was penned.
Its essential message is found in these lines: "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exits as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy."
Here's how this all got started.
In 1897, Dr. Philip O'Hanlon, a coroner's assistant on Manhattan's Upper West Side, was asked by his daughter Virginia (1889-1971) whether Santa Claus really existed. He paused for just a moment, as if he were considering the matter for the first time. Then, he advised her to write to The Sun, a prominent New York City newspaper. "If you see it in The Sun," he assured her, "it's so." Thus he unwittingly provided Francis Pharcellus Church an opportunity to rise above the simple question and address the philosophical issues behind it.
Church was a war correspondent during the American Civil War, the bloodiest war to date; one which caused doubt, disillusion, despair. Many wrote off the noble experiment of the Great Republic as a failure; hope was in short supply. Church was given a once- in-a-lifetime opportunity to combat this negativity... to reassure his fellow countrymen and remind them of all the good things that they had... if only they would scrutinize carefully, perceive what they saw, and remind themselves of the verities on which the Great Republic was founded and which are available to every citizen. Santa Claus became his apt metaphor.
Grand thoughts, fustian idiom.
Church was a mid-Victorian... which meant, by our leaner, sharper standards, that he was verbose, his prose not merely purple, but cloying, lush, overwritten, prolix. His final paragraph makes all this very clear:
"No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will still continue to make glad the heart of childhood." Today's readers grow quickly impatient , intolerant to exasperation, with such prose; thus the baby is thrown out with the bath water; Church's important message torpedoed by his over ripe words and the period style our 19th century ancestors found so arresting, dedicated as they were to the bombastic, sonorous and grandiloquent. This will never do.
Thus since Church is no longer here to update his work, I appoint myself to do so, not to reinvent the wheel but to show what an author of our time can do to keep his message relevant and evergreen, important, not dismissed as old hat, the histrionic rhetoric of the Gilded Age. I hope Church smiles benignly on this attempt, for he was a man whose respect was worth having.
Virginia's letter to me, December 11, 2011.
Dear Dr. Lant,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, 'If you see it in Dr. Lant's articles, it's so". Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O'Hanlon 115 West Ninety-Fifth St.
My response to Virginia, December 12, 2011.
Dear Virginia,
First of all let me thank you most sincerely for taking the time to write to me and for your confidence in me and my articles. Smart readers like you, young and old, are what keeps me on my toes, and I account you not only a reader, but a young friend.
I can tell you are troubled by what your friends are saying. That is understandable. Many people, perhaps including some of your friends, go out of their way to hurt others by selfish, unconsidered, and hurtful remarks. I can tell right away that you are not such a person, and that is good news indeed and why I have answered you so promptly.
Being the smart and sensitive young lady you are, I know you are not only thoughtful about what you say and how you say it, but take what people say, unless you are sure of them, with a grain of salt; in other words you don't believe everything you hear and read... instead you use your own mind to evaluate. That is always the best way and is what we like so much in our Great Republic, in other words our citizens rely on their own judgement. As you will when you finish this letter and consider what I have confided to you. Let's consider for a moment the people, and sadly there are many such, children and adults, too, who tell everyone Santa Claus doesn't exist. They point to the turbulent state of the world... wars in far away places we never heard of... people, good people too, without shelter or food... all the people who are ill and have no money for treatment, including children your age, even some in your very neighborhood. They say, and they are very loud about telling people like you, that this is proof positive that there is not now nor has there ever been a person called Santa Claus.
And now, as the friend you wrote to seeking truth and reassurance, I tell you that these people, each and every one of them, are wrong, wrong, wrong. And now I tell you why... because Santa Claus is the embodiment of every good thought, every good deed, every good wish and every good action no matter by whom, where, or when. Santa Claus represents the sum total of everything good in this often turbulent, unhappy, despairing world of ours. Santa Claus takes all good elements and puts them to work combating the bad and working tirelessly for the good -- for the improvement of human kind and everyone in it, even those poor souls who say he doesn't exist and won't help him in his tireless ways.
I know, dear Virginia, that you want to help Santa Claus in his great and important work, because you are a dear girl who cares for others and who wishes to help Santa do that, which is much more than just delivering Christmas presents down chimneys and taking care of his flying reindeer.
You see, Virginia, Santa Claus represents the best in all of us, and he knows that working together we make the world, every day, a better place, a place of good substance and good cheer for all. Today, now that you are sure of the existence of Santa Claus and his good works, I urge you to join his team. Do a little good today, Virginia, and not just at Christmas, but every day you want the world to be better... and help the Jolly Old Elf for he relies so on sweet children like you... and even "seen everything" commentators like me. We are all so grateful to you, Miss Virginia, and your kind nature, which prompted your concern and letter.
Merry Christmas from me and from all of us at Worldprofit, where the Christmas spirit is not the thing of a day, but of every day. It is my pleasure to thank you for giving me the much needed opportunity to say so and to recommit my own energy and zeal... and may God and Santa Claus bless you as you truly deserve.
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“Wow! I’m ecstatic to tell you that I’ve snagged another one of Dr. Lant’s superb articles.”
I wish to thank each and everyone of you who read this “Blog” and those who take the time out of their busy day to comment. We are only just getting started here. So please do keep reading and especially making comments. The direction of this “Blog” comes from you and the comments that you impart to us. Today’s “Blog:..'Yes, Virginia there still is a Santa Claus', and he needs you more than ever before.
So as I mentioned to you above. Comment, Comment, Comment. Your opinionhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif matters so make it known. Until Tomorrow. You can reach me by email lrewhomebusiness@gmail.com; cell phone 310-561-2580, or Skype me at lawence.rinke http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif . And I want to hear from each and EVERY one of you
Newsman Francis Pharcellus
Church wrote The Sun's
response to Virginia.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note: September 21, 1897, the editor of the New York Sun ran an unsigned editorial in the form of a letter to the editor and that editor's response. The title of this article was "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus", and it long ago became the world's most reprinted article, particularly at the Christmas season.
The 8-year girl who wrote the letter (and, yes, she was a real person) achieved by a simple question an ineradicable place in history, a place any number of kings and queens, politicians and generals might have envied. For the question was not glib... and neither was its response.
This response was written by veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church, and you can find the complete text in any search engine; the message can be read profitably by all good people though well over a century has passed since it was penned.
Its essential message is found in these lines: "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exits as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy."
Here's how this all got started.
In 1897, Dr. Philip O'Hanlon, a coroner's assistant on Manhattan's Upper West Side, was asked by his daughter Virginia (1889-1971) whether Santa Claus really existed. He paused for just a moment, as if he were considering the matter for the first time. Then, he advised her to write to The Sun, a prominent New York City newspaper. "If you see it in The Sun," he assured her, "it's so." Thus he unwittingly provided Francis Pharcellus Church an opportunity to rise above the simple question and address the philosophical issues behind it.
Church was a war correspondent during the American Civil War, the bloodiest war to date; one which caused doubt, disillusion, despair. Many wrote off the noble experiment of the Great Republic as a failure; hope was in short supply. Church was given a once- in-a-lifetime opportunity to combat this negativity... to reassure his fellow countrymen and remind them of all the good things that they had... if only they would scrutinize carefully, perceive what they saw, and remind themselves of the verities on which the Great Republic was founded and which are available to every citizen. Santa Claus became his apt metaphor.
Grand thoughts, fustian idiom.
Church was a mid-Victorian... which meant, by our leaner, sharper standards, that he was verbose, his prose not merely purple, but cloying, lush, overwritten, prolix. His final paragraph makes all this very clear:
"No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will still continue to make glad the heart of childhood." Today's readers grow quickly impatient , intolerant to exasperation, with such prose; thus the baby is thrown out with the bath water; Church's important message torpedoed by his over ripe words and the period style our 19th century ancestors found so arresting, dedicated as they were to the bombastic, sonorous and grandiloquent. This will never do.
Thus since Church is no longer here to update his work, I appoint myself to do so, not to reinvent the wheel but to show what an author of our time can do to keep his message relevant and evergreen, important, not dismissed as old hat, the histrionic rhetoric of the Gilded Age. I hope Church smiles benignly on this attempt, for he was a man whose respect was worth having.
Virginia's letter to me, December 11, 2011.
Dear Dr. Lant,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, 'If you see it in Dr. Lant's articles, it's so". Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O'Hanlon 115 West Ninety-Fifth St.
My response to Virginia, December 12, 2011.
Dear Virginia,
First of all let me thank you most sincerely for taking the time to write to me and for your confidence in me and my articles. Smart readers like you, young and old, are what keeps me on my toes, and I account you not only a reader, but a young friend.
I can tell you are troubled by what your friends are saying. That is understandable. Many people, perhaps including some of your friends, go out of their way to hurt others by selfish, unconsidered, and hurtful remarks. I can tell right away that you are not such a person, and that is good news indeed and why I have answered you so promptly.
Being the smart and sensitive young lady you are, I know you are not only thoughtful about what you say and how you say it, but take what people say, unless you are sure of them, with a grain of salt; in other words you don't believe everything you hear and read... instead you use your own mind to evaluate. That is always the best way and is what we like so much in our Great Republic, in other words our citizens rely on their own judgement. As you will when you finish this letter and consider what I have confided to you. Let's consider for a moment the people, and sadly there are many such, children and adults, too, who tell everyone Santa Claus doesn't exist. They point to the turbulent state of the world... wars in far away places we never heard of... people, good people too, without shelter or food... all the people who are ill and have no money for treatment, including children your age, even some in your very neighborhood. They say, and they are very loud about telling people like you, that this is proof positive that there is not now nor has there ever been a person called Santa Claus.
And now, as the friend you wrote to seeking truth and reassurance, I tell you that these people, each and every one of them, are wrong, wrong, wrong. And now I tell you why... because Santa Claus is the embodiment of every good thought, every good deed, every good wish and every good action no matter by whom, where, or when. Santa Claus represents the sum total of everything good in this often turbulent, unhappy, despairing world of ours. Santa Claus takes all good elements and puts them to work combating the bad and working tirelessly for the good -- for the improvement of human kind and everyone in it, even those poor souls who say he doesn't exist and won't help him in his tireless ways.
I know, dear Virginia, that you want to help Santa Claus in his great and important work, because you are a dear girl who cares for others and who wishes to help Santa do that, which is much more than just delivering Christmas presents down chimneys and taking care of his flying reindeer.
You see, Virginia, Santa Claus represents the best in all of us, and he knows that working together we make the world, every day, a better place, a place of good substance and good cheer for all. Today, now that you are sure of the existence of Santa Claus and his good works, I urge you to join his team. Do a little good today, Virginia, and not just at Christmas, but every day you want the world to be better... and help the Jolly Old Elf for he relies so on sweet children like you... and even "seen everything" commentators like me. We are all so grateful to you, Miss Virginia, and your kind nature, which prompted your concern and letter.
Merry Christmas from me and from all of us at Worldprofit, where the Christmas spirit is not the thing of a day, but of every day. It is my pleasure to thank you for giving me the much needed opportunity to say so and to recommit my own energy and zeal... and may God and Santa Claus bless you as you truly deserve.
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Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Republished with author's permission by Lawrence Rinke http://ActionEqualsProfit.com. Check out Siphon Traffic Listbuilder -> http://www.ActionEqualsProfit.com/?rd=gw8cykpO
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