cashinn's Blog

Unsuspecting

There is a natty kind of mind

That slicks its thoughts,

Culls its oughts,

Trims its views,

Prunes its trues,

And never suspects it is a rind.

Jean Toomer (1894-1967)

  Letter To My Sister
It is dangerous for a woman
to defy the gods;
To taunt them with the tongue's thin tip,
Or strut in the weakness
of mere humanity,
Or draw a line daring them to cross;
The gods own the searing lightning,
The drowning waters, tormenting fears
And anger of red sins.
Oh, but worse still if you mince timidly--
Dodge this way or that, or kneel or pray,
Be kind, or sweat agony drops
Or lay your quick body over
your feeble young;
If you have beauty or none, if celibate
Or vowed--the gods are Juggernaut,
Passing over . . . over . . .
This you may do:
Lock your heart, then, quietly,
And lest they peer within,
Light no lamp when dark comes down
Raise no shade for sun;
Breathless must your
breath come through
If you'd die and dare deny
The gods their god-like fun.

Anne Spencer (1882-1976)

 Old Trick But Fun 

http://www.funnies.com/mathtrick.html

Vain the ambition of kings

Who seek by trophies and dead things

To leave a living name behind,

And weave but nets to catch the wind.

The Devil's Law Case.  Song

J ohn Webster

A garden is the best alternative therapy.

Germaine Greer

This is so neat.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=owMjAbkU1eE

7/29  

Ill, Iowa, and NC...630 fell....predicted 063

Indiana, and Louisiana...176 fell....predicted 617

Logs Of Wood
Six human beings by happenstance
Were trapped in a bitter dark cold.
Each had in his hand a piece of wood
So the story goes.
The dying fire was in need of wood
But a woman held hers back
For as she gazed at the faces round the fire
She saw that one was black.
A second man searched the gathering
And saw none from his church
So he could not bring himself to give
The fire his piece of birch.
A Third man sat in ragged clothes
And he gave his coat a hitch.
"Why," he said, "should I
Give my log to the idle rich?"
The Black man's face was full of revenge
As the fire was fading from sight.
He kept his log to punish them all,
The rich, the poor, the white.
The last man of the forlorn group
Did nothing except for gain.
He only gave to those who gave to him
That's how he played the game.
So the logs were found in death stilled hands
As a testament to human sin.
They did not die form the cold without.
They died from the cold within.
Nathan Perry, a black inmate serving time
in an Arkansas state prison

Your mind is a garden,
your thoughts are the seeds,
the harvest can be either flowers or weeds.
-  Author Unknown

1st Person: "Do you know anything about this fax-machine?" 2nd Person: "A little. What’s wrong?" 1st Person: "Well, I sent a fax, and the recipient called back to say all she received was a cover-sheet and a blank page. I tried it again, and the same thing happened." 2nd Person: "How did you load the sheet?" 1st Person: "It’s a pretty sensitive memo, and I didn’t want anyone else to read it by accident, so I folded it so only the recipient would open it and read it."

--Benjamin Franklin