Sticky notes, cleanup

When you were young you dressed yourself and went wherever you wished, but when you get old you’ll have to stretch out your hands while someone else dresses you and takes you where you don’t want to go.  John 21:18

2/3 of all church plants fail within the first year.  That's why we switched to plastic ones.  Don't have to water them. 

Ringwald was in fact 16 when she did sixteen candles, 17 for the breakfast club and 18 for pretty in pink.  steinfeld, on the other hand, at twenty is probably exactly right for a 2016 movie about a seventeen-year old, for after all  twenty is the new seventeen.  And so is 21, and 22, and so on.

What has darby done for us lately? Well, she got old and quit playing teen roles.

social media: where any intersection with the truth is brief and accidental.

Luke 6:22 Blessed are ye when men shall hate you, and when they shall separate you from their company, and shall reproach you, and cast out your name as evil, for the Son of man's sake.

23 Rejoice ye in that day, and leap for joy: for, behold, your reward is great in heaven: for in the like manner did their fathers unto the prophets.

Ephraim stomped his feet several times then dragged the soles of his boots, first the left, then the right, across the bootscaper embedded in the edge of the concrete slab.  He turned each foot in turn to check the result.  Satisfied, he pushed the backdoor open and stepped into the mudroom.

Ephraim shrugged out of his heavy wool-lined canvas jacket and hung it on a hook.  The red and black checked cap he whapped atop the jacket.  Wearily he sat on the wooden stool and removed his boots.

Ephraim was not a happy man.  He had worked through long night hours the barn lighted by only a single kerosene lamp trying to help Lucy, his favorite milk cow, deliver her calf.  Though he had twisted, turned, pulled and struggled the infant animal his efforts were for nought.  It never drew a breath despite Ephraim's near-frantic efforts to bring it to life.  Worse, the man was not certain that the cow would survive her ordeal though he had stayed with her until the light of dawn.

(finis-- for now)

Sticky notes, page 2

Select from a pool of 535 hammerheads a group of twelve and they will come up with a rational solution to the problem. No. You will simply have a smaller pool of hammerheads.

larned vavnik

"Audere est Facere", which translates as "to dare is to do",

"if you torture the data severely enough they will confess to anything."
Ronald Coase actually said, 
"If you torture the data enough, nature will always confess. "  nobel prize winner in economics 1991

Did you ever just feel like slapping someone?  Then you didn't.  Then you wish you had.  Yet you are really glad you didn't.  Mixed bag.

 Today's "country" is just a bunch of failed pop "artists" trying to make it in another genre.  Crap.

Maybe  old people are lonely simply because they are not fit company.

Wild turkeys sure look a lot different from tame ones.  Tames are stupid and have big breasts, like blonde women.  --BBBH

 Stupidity seems to increase in direct proportion to the increase in knowledge.

winter sit around in the house; it's too cold to do anything.
summer sit around in the house; it's too hot to do anything.
springtime and fall sit around the house, too weak from sitting around in the summer and the winter to do anything at all.

next stop, Fairview.

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.  --Harold Coffin

Of the seven deadly sins, only envy is no fun at all. --Joseph Epstien

 You are like a blind squirrel who brings his own nuts to the park.  --scott adams  "Dilbert"

may all your flowers
bold or shy, and veggies too
be blessed with showers

I'll have a Blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me

 

And when those blue snowflakes start fallingThat's when those blue memories start calling
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas

You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas

(To be continued. . .)

Potted Meat #T

Remember that?  Potted meat, I mean, a pasty substance of indeterminate origin that came in a small can about the size of the can of tuna you just opened for lunch.  This post is going to remind you of that, or I just  did.

Every time I boot the computer a host of "sticky notes" pops up on the screen.  It is a collection of either scrambled eggs or the ruminations of a barely-hinged mind.  Or potted meat.  I am putting them here to save them in one spot, though what I saved them for in the first place eludes me at the moment.  I might want them someday.  Like the junk in the top left-hand drawer in the kitchen cabinet.

If you can't spread a little sunshine, at least don't spread manure-- unless you are a farmer.

He brings his own righteousness to church and leaves with the same thing.

Contemporary worship people, note: if you delete “when sorrows like sea billows,” from “It Is Well,” you’re left with ... a praise song. No poetry, no content.  --Aaron Belz

"There is a fine line between a joyful noise and a horrendous racket."  --Bob Warr


this little slight of mine
I'ma give it to you all the time
i'm gonna lay it on ya
doggone ya

lettuce and tomato sandwich
'cause the meat's in short supply
if you're still hungry eat a turnip
we'll all eat pie by and by.
-----(sung to the tune of "Let us have a little talk with Jesus. . .")

 He is educated way above his intelligence level and he is practicing professionally well beyond his level of competence.  Condition all too common, too frequently encountered these days.
educated beyond your intelligence.
In my reading recently I happened upon a  phrase the author used to describe a  character.  He  wrote, "Lowell was educated beyond his intelligence."

My father used a similar saying.  His comment would have been, "Lowell has more degrees than a thermometer, but not sense enough to pound sand in a rathole."

Why do I bring this up?  Simply this: there is a vast chasm between knowledge and wisdom.

It seems to me that we are living in an age of knowledge in which learning is prized above all else.  That is not entirely a bad thing, but that which we emphasize in the learning process is woefully incomplete and entirely inadequate to the building of individual character such that the society might function smoothly as an integral organism.  Witness the incivility of man to fellowman; the uncivil reactions and the mob mentality of the many who disagree with "the other side."
What we will ultimately witness is the ripping asunder of the society, chaos, anarchy, and who knows what.

(To be continued. . .)