Monday, December 3, 2007
Plotting
I'm a star. (psst! Are they looking?)
Yeah, I think so.
It's about time we got on here. Our public demands us.
Oh, puppy, you're such a ham.
What?! I'm a dog! Ham is food!
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Hey. We gotta do something.
What do you mean?
Mom is plotting.
Oh, she's sending you to the pound?
Hey! *whine* Why do you gotta go sayin' that stuff?
Okay, I'm sorry. I love you, puppy.
I'm tryin' to save your life, ya' know.
What are you talking about now?
Mom wants to get a Dyson. She's trying to figure out how to do it.
What's a Dyson?
It's a vacuum cleaner - you know, like the dog eating machine we killed.
Ohhhh...
Yeah, and it doesn't get clogged! You know what that means, don't you?
That Mom will have more time to play with us?
No. If the thing sucks up a DOG it won't get clogged!
Oh, you're being so dramatic.
I am not! .... Hey, you wanna see something?
What?
I can jump from this chair, over the couch and spin in the air so I land facing the other way. Wanna see?
Naw. I'm still working on learning to open the fridge.
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Rats!
Wake up! Wake up!
Oh, puppy, what's going on now? I was having a good dream about chasing a squirrel. I almost had him until you started barking at me.
We have.... we have *gasp*.... RATS!
What?!
Rats! We have 'em. And I think Mom's trying to adopt 'em!
No way. Mom wouldn't adopt rats. ..... What kind of rats?
I don't know, but she fed them OUR dog food!
She did not!
She did! She dumped the dog food on the floor at the front door where we can't get at it.
Puppy, stop making up stories.
I'm not! I saw her. She was at the front door. She started to put her shoes on, then she said "oh, rats" and dumped the dog food out of her shoe onto the floor.
just a thought
I was thinking about a lot of things this morning (I know, I know... so what else is new...)
I thought this:
Sometimes words get in the way of meaning.
.... just a simple thought....
I thought this:
Sometimes words get in the way of meaning.
.... just a simple thought....
Some Quotes
I haven't had enough spare time to do much personal reading, so am no further ahead with Nietzsche.
One of the things that struck me, though, is that his explanation of the roles and workings of the Self, the Ego, the road to the Superman can easily be seen as analogous to the relationships between God, Man, Christ, and the road to God. Nietzsche's religious training comes through over and over again.
I find it fascinating to read a book and try to get into the head of the author to see things not only the way he sees them, but also from where he starts to see anything at all.
Anyway, I thought I'd share some quotes from this book that I like:
"Great star! What would your happiness be if you had not those for whom you shine!"
"One must be a sea to receive a polluted river and not be defiled."
"I need companions, living ones, not dead companions and corpses which I carry with me wherever I wish."
and I really like this one a lot:
"You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this - although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'."
What conversations could be had around any one of these!
One of the things that struck me, though, is that his explanation of the roles and workings of the Self, the Ego, the road to the Superman can easily be seen as analogous to the relationships between God, Man, Christ, and the road to God. Nietzsche's religious training comes through over and over again.
I find it fascinating to read a book and try to get into the head of the author to see things not only the way he sees them, but also from where he starts to see anything at all.
Anyway, I thought I'd share some quotes from this book that I like:
"Great star! What would your happiness be if you had not those for whom you shine!"
"One must be a sea to receive a polluted river and not be defiled."
"I need companions, living ones, not dead companions and corpses which I carry with me wherever I wish."
and I really like this one a lot:
"You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this - although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'."
What conversations could be had around any one of these!
Supreme Wisdom
I'm no psalmist or anything... just thinking stuff. And this is what came out of me this morning.
Oh, God! You are so Holy!
You are the Holiest of the Holy!
I fall to my knees and humble myself before You.
I cover my head and my eyes
As the eyes of my heart look up toward You!
Thank You, God!
Thank You, Beautiful One!
Thank You, Precious Lamb!
Your wisdom is supreme.
You warn of false prophets and philosophers,
Then put them in my path.
You warn of the roaring lion,
Then let him come to my door.
Thank You, Lord.
Thank You for Your Supreme Wisdom.
Thank You that You are always with me!
You tell me to stalk and hunt
Even as I am stalked and hunted.
Thank You, Glorious God.
Thank You for Your Supreme Wisdom.
You tell me to stand
And the wind blows me down.
Thank You, God.
Thank You for Your Supreme Wisdom!
It is You I seek, Lord;
It is Your Will that I yearn for.
Oh, God! You are so Holy!
You are the Holiest of the Holy!
I fall to my knees and humble myself before You.
I cover my head and my eyes
As the eyes of my heart look up toward You!
Thank You, God!
Thank You, Beautiful One!
Thank You, Precious Lamb!
Your wisdom is supreme.
You warn of false prophets and philosophers,
Then put them in my path.
You warn of the roaring lion,
Then let him come to my door.
Thank You, Lord.
Thank You for Your Supreme Wisdom.
Thank You that You are always with me!
You tell me to stalk and hunt
Even as I am stalked and hunted.
Thank You, Glorious God.
Thank You for Your Supreme Wisdom.
You tell me to stand
And the wind blows me down.
Thank You, God.
Thank You for Your Supreme Wisdom!
It is You I seek, Lord;
It is Your Will that I yearn for.
In The Arena
The following is a speech given by President Theodore Roosevelt. He delivered it at the University of Paris at Sorbonne Paris, France on April 23 1910:
In The Arena
In the battle of life it is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled,
or where the doer of a deed could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena
Whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood
who strives valiantly
who errs and comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions,
spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement;
and who, at the worst, if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls
who have tasted neither victory nor defeat.
In The Arena
In the battle of life it is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled,
or where the doer of a deed could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena
Whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood
who strives valiantly
who errs and comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions,
spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement;
and who, at the worst, if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls
who have tasted neither victory nor defeat.
Run For Your Life!
Run! Run for your life!
What?! What?!
Don't worry, I'll get it!
Okay! I see it! I'll help you!
woof woof grrrr ooowwww! grrr woof arf arf woof I GOT IT! arf arf OKAY, I'LL GET THE OTHER END! woof woof THAT'S RIGHT! woof KILL IT! YEAH! woof IT WON'T GET AWAY THIS TIME! grrr grrr arrgh arf arf ooooowwwwwwww! *pant* *pant* *pant*
silence....
Is it dead?
Yeah, I think so.
Bite it again, just to make sure.
Okay.... Yep. It's dead.
Whew! I saved us.
You?! What? I saved us, too!
No you didn't. I bit it more than you.
But I saved us too.
Now don't go pretending to be the big hero of the house. I did it, not you.
Shh! What's that?
Mom's home.
(Mom sees the vacuum and says "Nooooo!")
I didn't bite it! I didn't do it!
What?! Liar! You did so!
No, you did it.
I did not, you did!
You bit it more!
Hey! You know what? Mom knows a forensic odontologist, so you're in trouble.
What are you talking about?
He can check and prove that the bite marks came from YOU!
But you bit it, too!
Yeah, well you bit it more and it will be your bite marks that show up.
Yeah, well it doesn't matter 'cause she loves me anyway.
I was here in this house first, you know. Mom loves me.
Yeah, but she loves me more.
No she doesn't.
Why do you always have to go sayin' stuff like that?
*****
Hey, do you think we can go on the Ark tomorrow?
We'd have to promise not to kill any vacuums on the ark.
Noah didn't have vacuums on the ark.
It's not Noah's ark, silly. It's a different one.
Oh. .... Are you tellin' me it's gonna rain?
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I Want My Slipper
I want my slipper.
I want to sleep.
You wouldn't be tired if you weren't waking up Mom and me at 3:30 am.
I had to go outside.
But now Mom will put me in my bed at dinner time so she can try to take a nap. It's not fair!
Stop complaining, puppy.
Not fair not fair not fair not fair!
Stop it!
Not fair not fair not fair!
Listen, puppy, if you weren't barking all night at every little noise, maybe Mom would have got some sleep before I had to go out.
I was guarding her. At least I woke her up for a good reason!
Yeah, a cat outside. It was gonna eat her up. Yeah, sure.
Hey. ... I want my fuzzy slipper.
So, go get it.
You have it.
No I don't.
Yes you do. You hid it. I want it.
Why do you need that old slipper anyway?
'Cause the cats won't let me pick 'em up anymore.
Well, I don't have your slipper.
You do so, do so, do so!
Do not do not do not!
Do so do so do so!
Hey, maybe Mom put it in the wash.
*gasp* The WASH?!
Yeah.
Every time something starts to smell interesting, Mom puts it in the wash. Why?
Humans are weird, puppy.
Dogs Rule?
What do you want, puppy?
Guess what? I ate the cat food.
So. That's no big accomplishment. I ate it today, too.
Yeah, well I ate it twice. Dogs rule, man.
I'm not so sure about that.
What? How can you say that?
I think the cats just let us think we rule. Kind of like human husbands and wives.
Oh. Humans and cats are strange. They're rude, even. They won't even sniff your butt to say hello.
Humans and cats are different from us, puppy.
Yeah, well dogs still rule.
You didn't think so when the cat scratched you.
I don't want to talk about that.
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The cat is hiding. He's not the king of the jungle after all.
He's probably hiding because you keep putting his whole head in your mouth.
I'm just playing with him.
I told you, cats are different. They don't like that stuff.
Well, he's not hiding 'cause of me anyway.
Okay, smartie-pants. Why is he hiding then?
He's mad at Mom 'cause she shaved his butt.
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Hey. You don't supposed she would do that to us, would she?
Naw. Besides, she couldn't get us to stay still for that anyway.
You mean like how she can't catch me for a bath?
Yeah, kind of. I don't know why you don't like baths. Wanna know a trick?
Yeah.
When you're all wet, wait til a human gets really close to you, then shake like crazy to make all the water fly off of your coat.
That's not a trick.
It is. When you get the human all wet the human makes funny sounds.
Hey! Listen! You hear that?
Yeah, Mom is putting more cat food in the bowls. Let's go!
Sprinkler Hunter
I love to snuggle my mom. I sleep in her bed and like to rest my head on her. If she doesn't let me, then I at least have a paw on her.
In the mornings, I wake her up by putting my nose on her nose. If that doesn't work, I lick her eyelids. Licking a human's eyelids makes the eyelids open. Lately, though, the puppy has been waking her up.
I'm a smart dog.
I can turn door handles and open doors. For a long time Mom had to barricade the doors, but I figured that out, too. I taught the puppy how to open doors, too.
Kitty litter is fun to play with.
I love the water. I know how to turn on the shower.
After the day of the flood, Mom started closing the shower door so I couldn't get in there any more.
The flood was fun. I turned on the shower and brought all kinds of toys into the tub. Then I brought some of Mom's toys in, too. Mom says the towels and the rolls of toilet paper plugged the drain and made the flood. But I promise I won't flood the Ark.
I drink out of the toilet and I know how to lift the lid.
Sometimes I drop my bone in the toilet and then take it out again.
One time I dropped a tennis ball in there. The plummer had to take the toilet right off of the floor to get my ball. Wasn't that nice of him to get my ball for me?
Mom bought me a swimming pool. The neighbours like to watch me play in it. I can't play in it this year, though, because I ate a big hole in it.
I like to run in the sprinkler. I've captured and killed many sprinklers.
Well, I do so many things that Mom is going to have to dedicate another day to me here.
Mom says I'm beautiful. Every day, she tells me she loves me.
I am a dog!
And Friday's Ark.
My name is Ganyahde. It's pronounced Gone-YAW-dee.
It's a native word that means "turtle".
My mom named me this because I came from the Six Nations reserve where my original family was of the Turtle clan.
My mom is weird. I am a dog.
If you look closely, you'll see that there is something wrong with my right eye. I am blind in that eye. My mom didn't notice this until she got me home, but she would have taken me home even if she did notice right away.
Mom says that God made me perfectly.
This is a picture of me right after my first bath:
She's never been successful at catching me for another one.
Lately, Mom keeps telling me I'm a little stinker.
What is with this? I am a dog!
I've recently decided that everybody in the whole world should be up at 4am to play.
Mom doesn't seem to like this so much and doesn't get up right away, so I just bark as loud as I can until I get results.
I can bark for a looonngg time!
Mom loves me no matter what. She had to re-sod the backyard, but I just dug it all back up again. That was fun.
This week, I discovered Mom's closet!
There are lots of neat things in there! This week, I went into the closet, pulled down all the clothes, and then chewed up all of the wooden and plastic hangers.
Mom made me stay in my bed (crate) while she cleaned it up.
Lately, in the mornings, if Mom doesn't get up when I bark and jump on her, I go to the foot of her bed and pee on her feet.
She says she has to throw out the mattress now because she can't get it to come clean anymore.
Well, if you can't pronounce my name, it's okay. If you just look at me, or say "hi", I will wag my tail and lick your face.
Even though I'm trying to establish my dominance here (Mom still won't let me), I am very loving.
And you can call me whatever you want, but please remember, I'm a dog!
God made me perfectly me.
God and my mom love me, no matter what.
My name is Ganyahde. It's pronounced Gone-YAW-dee.
It's a native word that means "turtle".
My mom named me this because I came from the Six Nations reserve where my original family was of the Turtle clan.
My mom is weird. I am a dog.
If you look closely, you'll see that there is something wrong with my right eye. I am blind in that eye. My mom didn't notice this until she got me home, but she would have taken me home even if she did notice right away.
Mom says that God made me perfectly.
This is a picture of me right after my first bath:
She's never been successful at catching me for another one.
Lately, Mom keeps telling me I'm a little stinker.
What is with this? I am a dog!
I've recently decided that everybody in the whole world should be up at 4am to play.
Mom doesn't seem to like this so much and doesn't get up right away, so I just bark as loud as I can until I get results.
I can bark for a looonngg time!
Mom loves me no matter what. She had to re-sod the backyard, but I just dug it all back up again. That was fun.
This week, I discovered Mom's closet!
There are lots of neat things in there! This week, I went into the closet, pulled down all the clothes, and then chewed up all of the wooden and plastic hangers.
Mom made me stay in my bed (crate) while she cleaned it up.
Lately, in the mornings, if Mom doesn't get up when I bark and jump on her, I go to the foot of her bed and pee on her feet.
She says she has to throw out the mattress now because she can't get it to come clean anymore.
Well, if you can't pronounce my name, it's okay. If you just look at me, or say "hi", I will wag my tail and lick your face.
Even though I'm trying to establish my dominance here (Mom still won't let me), I am very loving.
And you can call me whatever you want, but please remember, I'm a dog!
God made me perfectly me.
God and my mom love me, no matter what.
Who Ate The Butter?
HALLOOOOO!!!!
Shhhh!!!! Settle down, puppy. She's going to hear you.
Awww... You and those cats are just no fun. Look. See, the people reading the blog love us.
That's what you think. Please be quiet.
Why? She already knows you ate the butter.
No she doesn't. Besides, you ate the butter, too!
Yeah, well you were the one who opened the kitchen door and stretched way up on the counter and got the butter.
I wouldn't have had to be stealing butter if you hadn't taken all the bones and hidden them in your bed.
But they're my bones.
No they're not.
Yes. They're mine.
No. She gave one to you and one to me.
But I'm the baby.
So what?
So I can have all of the bones.
........
Hey! Quit running around with that butter packaging in your mouth! She's going to know for sure!
It's okay. She always forgives us. And, oh, I have all the bones again. hehe
You know.... I heard Mom talking on the phone to The Pound.
You did not!
You better be careful!
She would never do that!
You better stop hiding all the bones or I'll tell on you.
Aw, Mom won't do anything. Hey... know what I have? A shoe.
You do not!
I do. Mom's been looking for it all week. I've got it hidden. Wanna see?
Yeah.
Okay.
Bye, blogging people! We're going to sniff the shoe now. Thanks for visiting us!
Cool Quotes
These are from Martin Luther King Jr. :
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?'
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.
Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him.
Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: "If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?" But... the good Samaritan reversed the question: "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"
The time is always right to do what is right.
We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now.
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.
We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.
These are from Helen Keller:
I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world.
It gives me a deep comforting sense that "things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal."
It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.
When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?'
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.
Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him.
Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: "If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?" But... the good Samaritan reversed the question: "If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?"
The time is always right to do what is right.
We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now.
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.
We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.
These are from Helen Keller:
I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world.
It gives me a deep comforting sense that "things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal."
It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.
When we do the best that we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
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