Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Here are a few that occurred to me.
Got any more?
Sunshine on my shoulders
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Here comes the sun
You are my sunshine
I’m walking on sunshine
Red Rubber Ball (The morning sun is shining like a . . . )
Don’t let the sun go down on me
Sunrise, sunset (Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset)
Sunshine of your Love
Update: I couldn't resist adding links. And here's one in the comments from Michele:
You are the Sunshine of my Life
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
And what happened to "The Mayor"? And what's his real name?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
There is a luncheon tomorrow for Judge Garry in Albany with all the judges and hangers-on from the 3rd department of the appellate division of the New York Supreme Court.
And I get to go! David, bless his heart, will do morning milking. I'm free from 7am to 5pm. Wow!
I get to wear a suit!
I will be out of my element.
Mom is magnificent. I think I'm an atheist, but every day I thank God that I married your mother. What would she do without me, poor thing?
Friday, March 20, 2009
Finding the Moth and the Melon, Still Looking for the Point
What did you tell me Simon?
What did you tell me?
Simon gave me advice
and he said that on The X-Factor
he always refers to a
and says the moth
who finds the melon
finds the cornflake
always finds the melon
and one of you didn't get
the right fortune cookie.
(Giving advice to season 5 bottom two dwellers Kevin Covais and Jose 'Sway' Penala during semifinals)There are more here, but the site is a nuisance to navigate: an ad keeps popping up.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
There's a welcome there for you.
If you name is Timothy or Pat
Long as you're from Ireland there's a welcome on the mat!
If you come from the County of Clare
or Donnegal so blue,
We'll sing a song and we'll make a fuss.
Whoever you are you are one of us.
If you're Irish, this is the place for you.
Monday, March 16, 2009
TELL HER HOW MUCH YOU CARE
SAY SOMETHING SENTIMENTAL, IT WON’T COST A THING
YOU’LL FIND WHAT HAPPINESS A GENTLE WORD CAN BRING
YOU CAN’T HIDE THOSE LOVE WORDS INSIDE YOU
AND STILL KEEP THE ONE YOU ADORE
SO, SAY SOMETHING SWEET TO YOUR SWEETHEART
AND YOU’LL BE SWEETHEARTS FOREVER MORE
Sid Tepper/Roy Bennett 1948
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
(That link is only going to work today -- it's a link to the main index page. I can't link to the article itself because it's subscription-only. Later today, if I can find a more permanent source, I'll change the link.)
Anyway, it's more or less a promotion for me too, or at least a change. I'll be doing a different kind of work because we will now be working with a panel of other judges to handle appeals, rather than by ourselves to handle trials and motions. The transition is happening fast -- it's effective March 19th -- so we are scrambling to get ready.
Life is certainly interesting!
Thursday, March 05, 2009
A barrel racer whose phalanx was flimsy ,
took a quick turn on a whimsey.
Longitudinal stress persisted,
while his fetlock was twisted,
he grew quite lame and was put in a Kimzey.
He’d fractured his proximal phalanx, articular,
from the mid-sagittal groove in particular.
It was incomplete,
but not very discrete .
It was sagittal, not perpendicular.
Upon obtaining a dorsopalmar view ,
The vet said “There’s something askew.
It isn’t the best,
If it was smaller, you’d rest .
As it is, we’ll have to put in a screw.”
With a lag screw the bone was compressed.
The near cortex, the vet first addressed.
He drilled it to glide
and screw through the far side.
Perfect reduction was thusly possessed.
Thankful for the quick diagnosis,
the owner asked about further necrosis.
The owner was bracing
for bad news about racing,
but the vet gave a good prognosis .
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
We live off the rich in this country. They send us to school, they pay the lion's and the lioness's share of taxes, and they donate the bulk of money to charities.
The question I want to ask the hate-the-rich crowd is: What is it about someone else's success that threatens you so? Is it that it says more about you than it does about them?
The questions I'd like to ask Obama are: Where have you been for the last 25 years? How can you not be aware that giant social programs hamstring an economy and destroy the vitality and verve of a populace? I understand that you want to have control over how we all live, but where the hell do you get off doing so?
Left the girls of Tuam so nearly broken hearted,
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
In a brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
One two three four five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin,
Whack fol la de rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to Dublin,
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
Decided to take a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,
From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some fancy jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off to Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better off instead than on the rocky road to Dublin,
The boys of Liverpool, when we were safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they soon began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a loud "hurray!" joined me in the fray.
Quickly cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin,
Monday, March 02, 2009
When Colin visited last week, everyday I would come back from class and wake him up by throwing half a warm baguette and some cheddar cheese at him. As you can see, it made him blissfully happy!
Tasting whiskey at 11AM at the Bushmill's Distillery. Sooo tasty. I think I like Irish whiskeys much more than American ones.
The paradox of energy is that the more we use the more we have. The planet is a limitless source of energy and the only good reason not to use it is if you can't afford it.
by R.W. Grant
This is a legend of success and plunder
And a man, Tom Smith,
Who squelched world hunger.
Now Smith, an inventor, has specialized in toys.
So, people were surprised
When they found that he instead
Of making toys, was BAKING BREAD!
The way to make bread he'd conceived
Cost less than people could believe.
And not just make it! This device
Could, in addition, wrap and slice!
The price per loaf, one loaf or many:
The miniscule sum of under a penny.
Can you image what this meant?
Can you comprehend the consequent?
The first time yet the world well fed!
And all because of Tom Smith's bread.
A citation from the President
For Smith's amazing bread.
This and other honors too
Were heaped upon his head.
But isn't it a wondrous thing
How quickly fame is flown?
Smith the hero of today —
Tomorrow, scarcely known.
Yes, the fickle years passed by:
Smith was a millionaire,
But Smith himself was now forgot —
Though bread was everywhere.
People asked from where it came,
Would very seldom know.
They would simply eat and ask,
"Was not it always so?"
However, Smith cared not a bit,
For millions ate his bread,
And "Everything is fine," thought he,
"I am rich and they are fed!"
Everything was fine, he thought?
He reckoned not with fate.
Note the sequence of events
Starting on the date
On which the business tax went up.
Then, to a slight extent,
The price on every loaf rose too:
]Up to one full cent!
"What's going on? the public cried,
"He's guilty of pure plunder.
He has no right to get so rich
On other people's hunger!"
(A prize cartoon depicted Smith
With fat and drooping jowls
Snatching bread from hungry babes
Indifferent to their howls!)
Well, since the
Public does come first,
It could not be denied
That in matters such as this,
The Public must decide.
So, antitrust now took a hand.
Of course, it was appalled
At what it found was going on.
The "Bread trust," it was called.
Now this was getting serious,
So Smith felt that he must
Have a friendly interview
With the men in antitrust.
So, hat in hand, he went to them.
They'd surely been misled;
No rule of law had he defied.
But the their lawyer said:
"The rule of law, in complex times,
Has proved itself deficient.
We much prefer the rule of men!
It's vastly more efficient.
Now, let me state the present rules,
"The lawyer then went on,
"These very simple guidelines
You can rely upon"
You're gouging on you prices if
You charge more than the rest.
But it's unfair competition
If you think you can charge less."
A second point that we would make
To help avoid confusion:
Don't try to charge the same amount:
That would be collusion!
You must compete.
But not too much
For if you do, you see,
Then the market would be yours
And that's monopoly!"
Price too high? Or price too low?
Now, which charge did they make?
Well, they weren't loath to charging both
With Public Good at stake!
In fact, they went one better
They charged "monopoly!"
No muss, no fuss, oh woe is us,
Egad, they charged all three!
"Five years in jail," then the judge then said
"You're lucky it's not worse.
Robber Barons must be taught
Society Comes First!
Now, bread is baked by government.
And as might be expected,
Everything is well controlled:
The public well protected.
True, loaves cost a dollar each.
But our leaders do their best.
The selling price is half a cent.
(Taxes pay the rest!)