Concentrated Juice?

"Oklahoma coach Jim Tatum paced the sidelines frantically as the Army team took a 21-7 lead over his Sooners. Nearby sat punter Charlie Sarratt, his sprained ankle submerged in a bucket of ice water. As the intensity of the game dried his throat, Tatum reached down, took Sarratt's foot out of the ice water and took a swig of the water Sarratt's foot had been soaking in. Then he gently replaced the foot in the pail and resumed pacing, without ever looking away from the field."

Tatum, Jim (?-?) American football coach
[Sources: E. Johnson, The Point After]


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Stella Splendens
December 22, 1985-March 27, 2003
Rest In Peace
..lost time is gone forever

Living their lives...: Stanley Kramer, told this story about Marlon Brando. SOURCE

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I got a call from an energetic young MCA agent named Jay Kantor about a client of his, Marlon Brando, who had never appeared in a film but had become a towering Broadway star as a result of his smash performance in Tennessee Williams's "A Streetcar Named Desire". I made a bid of $50,000 for Brando and sent with it a copy of Carl Foreman's screen treatment for the film "The Men" we wanted to make. For his first visit to my office, I invited several paraplegics from the Birmingham Hospital. I'm not sure how eager they were to welcome him because I had heard some bitter words from them about movie stars who thought they could understand and convey the feelings of paraplegics after just a short interview. I think they were startled when Brando arrived, not in fine, tailored clothing but in jeans and a torn T- shirt. He didn't look like a movie star, nor did he act like one, mingling with them as if they were old friends.

They received him politely, and when he asked if he could accompany them back to the hospital, they seemed befuddled. Why would he want to go there? The next thing I knew, Brando was living at the hospital in a wheelchair and learning how difficult life could be for a paraplegic. He was experiencing, as much as an outsider could, the real, everyday meaning of the role he was about to play. By the time we finished "The Men" I was convinced he was the world's greatest actor.

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"I believe positive images keep us turned toward the higher side of human nature. They show us who we are and what we can be. Art can give back individual dignity and power that has been buried or obscured by technology."
-- Brian McGovern.

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much love, light and laughter,
ananya.
(aka mumbaichi porgi)

*~Come play with my children feel the peace and Scatter some joy.~*
~*Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make your's burn any brighter.*~
*** Who put these fingerprints on my imagination? -- Elvis Costello ***

[James Thurber] had an affair with a New Yorker secretary but his blindness
made for tactical problems. He had to rely on one of the magazine's office boys to lead him about; as his run of bad luck would have it, the office boy assigned to him was 18 year old Truman Capote. " I worked as a boy in the Art Department then", Capote recalled, " and one of my jobs was to take Thurber to his girlfriend's apartment. She was as ugly as sin, so it served him right. I would have to wait for him at the apartment till he was
finished, and then I'd dress him. He could undress by himself, but he couldn't dress himself. Now since Helen Thurber would dress him in the morning, she knew how he looked. Well, one time I put his socks on wrong side out, and when he got home, I gather Helen asked him a lot of questions. The next day, Thurber was furious at me - he said I did it on purpose. But I was still assigned to lead him to the girl's apartment -back and forth, back and forth."~Burton Bernstein, Thurber (1975)

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We don't have to be "successful," only valuable. We don't have to make money, only a difference, and particularly in the lives society counts least and puts last.~William Sloane Coffin

When Suffering Visits.

One of Canada's most famous physicians was Dr. William Osler. Many stories are told of Dr. Osler, but one of the most revealing comes from World War I.

Friends recalled the day when he was working in one of Britain's military hospitals during the war. He was called out of the wards during his daily rounds to be given an important message; his own son had been killed on the fields of France.

Stunned by the news, he still came back to pick up his rounds. For a long period afterward he was noticeably different. And those who knew him best said that he changed as a physician that day. The cheerful note was gone from his voice and never again did friends hear the tune which he so often whistled as he went from ward to ward.

Though these things never returned, something eventually came to take their place. Everyone noticed a new compassion in his care of the soldiers who each day streamed in from the battlefield. Before, he had the professional concern of the physician, so important to the practice of medicine; now there was an added discernable note of a personal compassion, like that of a father for his son....

Osler was understandably hurt and, like most people who have experienced such losses, he likely became angry. In time, after working through pain and anger, he found a way to
integrate the loss into his life. Though he was never the same, he chose not to let his son's death turn him into a bitter and resentful man. Instead, he channeled it into energy and love for others, caring for them as he would care for his own.

Osler taught us something about overcoming suffering. It can leave us bitter, or quite surprisingly, it can often leave us better. More patient. More sensitive. More compassionate. And a little more like how God must surely be.

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"The struggle of life is one of our greatest blessings. It makes us patient, sensitive, and Godlike. It teaches us that although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it."
-- Helen Keller.

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much love, light and laughter,
ananya.

*~Come play with my children feel the peace and Scatter some joy.~*
~*Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make your's burn any brighter.*~
*** Satyameva Jayate aamuche bridvaakya aahe. ***

I know there is a God--and I see a storm coming; if He has a place for me, I believe that I am ready.~John Fitzgerald Kennedy (1917-1963). (Words found written on a slip of paper by Evelyn Lincoln, Kennedy's secretary, following a disappointing meeting with Soviet Premier Nikita Krushchev in Vienn in June 1961)
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Torby MacDonald:
How would you choose to die?

Kennedy: (pausing)
Oh, a gun. You never know what's hit you.
A gunshot is the perfect way.
--John Fitzgerald Kennedy (1917-1963). (In Peter Collier's and David Horowitz's The Kennedys [1984])
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Nellie Connally:
You sure can't say Dallas doesn't love you,
Mr. President.

John F. Kennedy: (smiling)
No, you can't.
(Apparently Kennedy's last words, spoken moments before being assassinated on November 22, 1963, as recorded in William Manchester's The Death of a President [1967], Chapter 2).



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We don't have to be "successful," only valuable. We don't have to make money, only a difference, and particularly in the lives society counts least and puts last.~William Sloane Coffin

One memorable highlight of the Santa Clara appearance [by the Jimi Hendrix Experience] took place before "Foxey Lady" began. Hendrix had often introduced the song with a sly quip, usually dedicating the number to "somebody's girlfriend . . . we'll find out after the show" or, while pointing to an unknown female fan, to "that girl over there in the yellow underwear."

On this day, a gust of wind had lifted the skirt of a pretty folk singer who had completed her set earlier and was now watching Hendrix from the wings of the stage. The opportunity was too good to let pass and Hendrix wryly dedicated "Foxey Lady" to "the girl back there with the yellow underwear." "Yeah, you" confirmed Hendrix, pointing out a young Stevie Nicks red with embarrassment.
--John McDermott (1947- )
Hendrix: Setting The Record Straight [1992], "Innocense Lost."

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Steve

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We don't have to be "successful," only valuable. We don't have to make money, only a difference, and particularly in the lives society counts least and puts last.~William Sloane Coffin

The Belgian surrealist painter Renee Magritte entered a cheese store in Brussels to purchase a wheel of Swiss cheese. The owner pulled a wheel from the front window, but Magritte said he preferred the one on the back counter. “But they are identical,” the owner protested. “No,” Magritte insisted. “This one’s been stared at.”

When he [W. B. Yeats] sat for me he wore a velvet coat and a huge loose bow tie and a big lock of hair fell across his brow. He told me that he did these things to remind himself of his own importance as an artist!

"Why," quietly interrupted Fox, "didn't he tie a string around his finger?" ~ John Singer Sargent, Martin Birnbaum, John Singer Sargent: A Conversation Piece

When Jack London had his portrait made by the noted San Francisco photographer Arnold Genthe, London began the encounter with effusive praise for the photographic art of his friend and fellow Bohemian, Genthe. "You must have a wonderful camera ... It must be the best camera in the world... You must show me your camera." Genthe then used his standard studio camera to make what has since become a classic picture of Jack London. When the sitting was finished, Genthe could not contain himself: "I have read your books, Jack, and I think they are important works of art. You must have a wonderful typewriter."

Jodie Foster (born Alicia Christian Foster, 1962-)

While working for a film producer, Jodie Foster's ambitious mother Brandy pushed Jodie's brother, Buddy, into the spotlight. By the mid-1960s, he had made televised appearances and starred in several ads.
One day, while Buddy was preparing for his role in a Coppertone suntan lotion commercial, the casting directors spotted his sister. Young Jodie, aged three, soon appeared in his place - in one of the most popular ads in history, having her swimsuit pulled down by a dog to reveal her little lily-white bottom.

By the age of eight, Jodie had appeared in over 40 ads and appeared on such shows as "Adam-12," "The Courtship Of Eddie's Father," and "Daniel Boone." She made her screen debut in 1968, in Mayberry RFD and went on to a blockbuster Hollywood career. And Buddy? He gave up acting and became a construction worker.

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What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do.~John Ruskin

One afternoon, while [Cecil] De Mille was directing The King of Kings, his epic about the life of Jesus, he spotted one of his actresses--who played a slave to Mary Magdalene--sneaking into the set late with another of the actors. Both were obviously disheveled.

De Mille picked up his megaphone and, from his perch high above the set and in front of all his large cast, called, "Leave my Jesus Christ alone! If you must screw someone, screw Pontius Pilate!"
~Barry Paris

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Everyone is in the best seat!~John Cage

When Mona Lisa dissappeared...

One day in 1911, an Italian house painter named Vincenzo Peruggia, angered by incessant French taunts (he was often called a "macaroni eater") sought his revenge by stealing Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa (on a Sunday, when the Louvre was relatively unguarded) and hiding out in a hotel for more than a year.

Peruggia was let off with a lenient sentence on 'patriotic' grounds by an Italian court. The hotel was renamed the Giaconda.

And the damage to the Louvre's business? Incredibly, more people visited the museum during this interval - to see the blank space on the wall where the Mona Lisa had once hung - than had visited over the previous twelve years to see the painting itself.

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"Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s."
-- William Blake (1757 - 1827)

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much love, light and laughter,
ananya.

*~Come play with my children feel the peace and Scatter some joy.~*
~*Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make your's burn any brighter.*~
I'm so confused. I feel like the centipede who was told to put its best foot forward.

Actor Charles Laughton, married to actress Elsa Lancaster, was once asked the hypothetical question: "Would you ever consider marrying again?" Having answered emphatically in the negative, the actor was asked his reasons. "During courtship," replied Laughton, "a man reveals only his better qualities. After marriage, however, his real self gradually begins to emerge, and there is very little his wife can do about it." After a moment's pause he concluded: "I don't believe I would ever put a woman through that again."

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Everyone is in the best seat!~John Cage

Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn't find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser
pockets. It wasn't there, so he looked in his briefcase but couldn't find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn't find it.

The conductor said, "Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I'm sure you bought a ticket. Don't worry about it."
Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to move to the next car, he turned
around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket.

The conductor rushed back and said, "Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don't worry, I know who you are. No problem. You don't need a ticket. I'm sure you bought one."

Einstein looked at him and said, "Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don't know is where I'm going.'"

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Since we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our minds, our one duty is to furnish it well~Peter Ustinov

Act of Selflessness:

In 1994 Artist Michael Daube was rummaging through a dumpster near his Jersey City loft, looking for sculpture materials, when he came across a drawing in a rickety frame signed with a funky initial. Having taken an art attribution course, he has an inkling that it might be a David Hockney. A professional confirmed his hunch, and Daube, then 30, sold his find for $30,000.

With his money, he took off for India, were he'd traveled six years earlier. The son of a steel worked and a housewife, neither a high school graduate - Daube had survived a sometimes turbulent family life by dreaming of cultures, far from his rural upstate New York home.

On his first trip, Daube was struck by the Buddhist concept of compassion - a love that makes one's own suffering and happiness inseparable from those of others - which he'd witnessed while working at Mother Teresa's mission in Calcutta. When he returned after the Hockney sale, he went back to Mother Teresa and asked her how he might practice compassion $18,000 richer. She suggested opening a school in the country's poorest, most heavily tribal state, rural Orissa. Prone to floods and cyclones, it's an area about which even devoted aid workers ask, "Why would you go there?"

It quickly became clear that Daube would need more money to complete the project, so he returned to New York in search of work. In a stroke of good fortune, a friend introduced him to musician David Byrne and artist Adelle Lutz, who ended up giving him odd jobs. ("They knew I could help with art projects as well as fix a fence," says Daube.) Over the next two years, he would work for Byrne and Lutz until he'd saved enough money, then travel back to Orissa to add a floor or roof to the hospital. In 1995 Byrne performed a concert to raise funds for a clinic he and his assistant convinced Daube to help them build, in Chiapas, Mexico, to serve the Mayans. With both projects to manage, Daube formed an organization he called Citta, the Sanskrit word meaning "mind-heart".

From the original discovery of the Hockney, Daube has opened up an entire world of beauty and possibility.

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I see your life as already artful, waiting, just waiting and ready for you to make it art.
-- Toni Morrison

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much love, light and laughter,
ananya.

*~Come play with my children feel the peace and Scatter some joy.~*
~*Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make your's burn any brighter.*~
We can't all be stars, but we can all twinkle.

Alex's Lemonade Stall - Fighting childhood Cancer One Cup At A Time.

Alexandra "Alex" Scott was the 4 year-old founder of Alex's Lemonade Stand for Pediatric Cancer Research. Two days before her first birthday she was diagnosed with cancer. At the age of four, Alex decided to do something to make that cure more likely. She opened her first lemonade stand in July of 2000 with the idea of donating the proceeds to help "her doctors" find a cure for kids with cancer. The idea was put into action by Alex and her older brother, Patrick, when they set up the first "Alex's Lemonade Stand for Childhood Cancer" on their front lawn in July of 2000.

For the next four years, despite her deteriorating health, Alex held an annual lemonade stand to raise money for childhood cancer research. Following her inspirational example, thousands of lemonade stands and other fundraising events have been held across the country by children, schools, businesses, and organizations, all to benefit Alex's Lemonade Stand Foundation for childhood cancer. As of May 2006, her national campaign has raised over $6 million for childhood cancer research.

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"One of the saddest lines in the world is, 'Oh come now - be realistic.' The best parts of this world were not fashioned by those who were realistic. They were fashioned by those who dared to look hard at their wishes and gave them horses to ride."
-- Richard Nelson Bolles

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much love, light and laughter,
ananya.

*~Come play with my children feel the peace and Scatter some joy.~*
~*Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make your's burn any brighter.*~
We can't all be stars, but we can all twinkle.

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Originally posted by Asa:
In the National Theatre (London) during rehearsals a bucket of water is placed at the front of the stage and to one side. If anyone's mobile 'phone rings, the owner of the 'phone puts it in the bucket.
No exceptions. No arguments.

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WOW! I would prefer to have it off!!...

Marcethebest

How to spot a world class physicist


There was once said to be a question in a physics degree exam at the University of Copenhagen: “Describe how to determine the height of a skyscraper with a barometer.” One student replied: “Tie a long piece of string to the neck of the barometer, then lower the barometer from the roof of the skyscraper to the ground. The length of the string plus the length of the barometer will equal the height of the building.”

This highly original answer so incensed the examiner that the student was failed immediately. He appealed on the grounds that his answer was indisputably correct, and the university appointed an independent arbiter to decide the case. The arbiter judged that the answer was indeed correct, but did not display any noticeable knowledge of physics. To resolve the problem it was decided to call the student in and allow him six minutes in which to provide a verbal answer which showed at least a minimal familiarity with the basic principles of physics.

For five minutes the student sat in silence, forehead creased in thought. The arbiter reminded him that time was running out, to which the student replied that he had several extremely relevant answers, but couldn't make up his mind which to use.

On being advised to hurry up the student replied as follows:
“Firstly, you could take the barometer up to the roof of the skyscraper, drop it over the edge, and measure the time it takes to reach the ground. The height of the building can then be worked out from the formula H = 0.5g x t squared. But bad luck on the barometer. ”Or if the sun is shining you could measure the height of the barometer, then set it on end and measure the length of its shadow. Then you measure the length of the skyscraper's shadow, and thereafter it is simple matter of proportional arithmetic to work out the height of the skyscraper.
“But if you wanted to be highly scientific about it, you could tie a short piece of string to the barometer and swing it like a pendulum, first at ground level and then on the roof of the skyscraper. The height is worked out by the difference in the gravitational restoring force T = 2 pi sq root(l / g).
“Or if the skyscraper has an outside emergency staircase, it would be easier to walk up it and mark off the height of the skyscraper in barometer lengths, then add them up. ” If you merely wanted to be boring and orthodox about it, of course, you could use the barometer to measure the air pressure on the roof of the skyscraper and on the ground, and convert the difference in millibars into feet to give the height of the building.

“But since we are constantly being exhorted to exercise independence of mind and apply scientific methods, undoubtedly the best way would be to knock on the janitor's door and say to him 'If you would like a nice new barometer, I will give you this one if you tell me the height of this building'.”
The student was Niels Bohr, the only Dane to win the Nobel prize for Physics.


source

Biography of Niels Bohr

"Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you."
~William Arthur Ward

Bizarre

It brings to mind a story Mickey [Mantle] liked to tell on himself. He pictured himself at the pearly gates, met by St. Peter, who shook his hand and said, "Mick, we checked the record. We know some of what went on. Sorry, we can't let you in, but before you go, God wants to know if you'd sign these six dozen baseballs."~Bob Costas, eulogy for Mickey Mantle, Dallas, Tex. Aug. 15, 1995.

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Since we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our minds, our one duty is to furnish it well~Peter Ustinov

The best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts,
Of kindness and of love.
~ William Wordsworth

Live, love, learn!
Some of my favorite quotes:
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Funny quotes:
www.links2love.com/quotations_love_generator.htm

This is from a touching article at
http://www.westportmag.com/media/Westport-Magazine/April-2006/The-Return-of-Peter-DeVries/

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Mr. De Vries formed a markedly close bond with the young J. D. Salinger, who was then renting a house nearby and working on the novel that would be The Catcher in the Rye. “I remember Jerry Salinger coming over and standing on his head,” Jon said. “And chugging double martinis,” Derek added later. “Jerry also lived on Old Road,” Jon continued, “and he’d come over and express doubts about this book he was writing about this kid who said ‘goddam’ and ‘hell’ all the time. And now that little brat has made it into literary history.”
De Vries and Salinger corresponded long after Salinger removed himself from public view, up there to the north. “They had a great deal of correspondence around the time my sister got sick,” Jon said. “Jerry was, in his peculiar way, very supportive and compassionate, offering advice to a man who was facing this terrible situation with his daughter — a man who, his entire life, had a beef with God.” Sometimes these singular pen pals would trade thoughts on the rigors of transmuting life into art. “Salinger wrote my father a letter describing what writers do for a living as opening a vein and bleeding onto the page,” Derek said. “They understood each other very well.”

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Though Mr. De Vries wrote no books in his last seven years, he never shut off his mind and went to seed. Innate human dignity made him persevere, Derek believes. After his father died, Derek went through his father’s many sportscoats and found a comb and a sharpened pencil tucked neatly in every one.

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De Vries wrote…funny about sex:
'Sometimes I think this leg is the most beautiful thing in the world, and sometimes the other,' I said.
'I suppose the truth lies somewhere in between.'