Thought a blog containing some shorter works of writing might do us well in our endless quest for the written word. I see this as a place for favorite quotes, poetry, short stories...a celebration of the concise (in size but not in substance) literary forms! Blog on brothers with thou codpiece in hand!!
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[IF]
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
A typical major-league pitch takes about 0.35 seconds to travel from the hand of the pitcher to home plate. (That’s the amount of time in between heartbeats.) Unfortunately for batters, it takes about 0.30 seconds for their muscles to initiate a swing, leaving their brain an impossibly brief one-twentieth of a second to make a decision. (Studies suggest that the brain requires at least twice that much time.) So how do the players do it? By collecting information about the pitch long before it’s actually thrown. As soon as the pitcher begins his windup, the batter will automatically start to pick up on “anticipatory clues” that help him winnow down the list of possibilities. Although hitters aren’t consciously aware of these details, they make the act of hitting possible.
-From "Your Brain on Cubs: Inside the Heads of Players and Fans" by Dan Gordon
-Just thought this was interesting!
Nice work, Brother Schmear. It's really as if the five of us are sitting around in arm chairs with a cup of java...
Boys Wanted
Boys of spirit, boys of will,
Boys of muscle, brain and power,
Fit to cope with anything,
These are wanted every hour.
Not the weak and whining drones,
Who all troubles magnify;
Not the watchword of “I can’t,”
But the nobler one, “I’ll try.”
Do whate’er you have to do
With a true and earnest zeal;
Bend your sinews to the taswk,
“Put your shoulders to the wheel.”
Though your duty may be hard,
Look not on it as an ill;
If it be an honest task,
Do it with an honest will.
In the workshop, on the farm,
At the desk, where’er you be,
From your future efforts, boys,
Comes a nation’s destiny.
Brothers, I've revisited the Bylaws page on Google Docs and added a handful of rules. It is quite fun: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dddn7cj4_27dksqhpdp&pli=1
We should create more documents as well, akin to the invitational parchment. In the word,
Pluma
Count, I am quite pleased with your updates. Well done! We need to get cracking on that mascot methinks!
BTW, I also noticed you updated the Dadisms...must have been a slow day at the office:-) Well done count!
I just read "Call of the Wild," by Jack London. If you haven't read it, it's a great read, and if, like me, you were supposed to have read it in seventh grade, skimmed over it and memorized a few names to sound intelligent when the class discussed it, but didn't really read it, it's definitely worth the time. It's short, only about 80 pages, a nice plane ride book.
Dust
No one knows where we go,
It's a mystery.
Cloaked in dust
Our journey is real.
Bearing the weight of our past
Into eternal lightness,
The secret remains secure.
Ooops again. Rest assured security has not been breached.
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