Monday, October 27, 2008
John Maynard Keynes wrote to Professior Hayek during the second world war
I should say that what we want is not no planning, or even less planning, indeed I should say we almost certainly want more. But the planning should take place in a community in which as many people as possible, both leaders and followers, wholly share your own moral position. Moderate planning will be safe enough if those carrying it out are rightly oriented in their own minds and hearts to the moral issue. This is in fact already true of some of them. But the curse is that there is also an important section who could be said to want planning not in order to enjoy its fruits, but because morally they hold ideas exactly the opposite of yours, and wish to serve not God but the devil.
Norway and United States compared
according to U.S. government publications, none of the population of Norway is below the poverty line, Norway has the highest standard of living in the world, and Norway has an incredibly low Gini index of 27 for the inequality of the distribution of income. Furthermore, fully 100% of the Norwegian population is literate, and they have a per capita GDP of $33,000.
Compare this to the United States, which “has the largest and most technologically powerful economy in the world”. While the US has a per capita GDP of $37,600, the population lags behind Norway in literacy — 97% — and, more alarmingly, the Gini index for the inequality of distribution of income is 40.8. (Basically, the Gini index is a scale from 0 to 100, with 0 as incomes being completely equal, and 100 as incomes being completely unequal.) Finally and worst, 12.7% of the US population is below the poverty line. Twelve point seven percent, in the most prosperous nation in the world. In other words: although the US has a significantly larger per capita GDP than Norway — in other words, per citizen, people in the United States make more money — the US also has a much, much larger proportion of people living in poverty.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Rising Inequality With US among Worst
OECD Report Finds Rising Income Inequality With U.S. Among Worst
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October 21, 2008 12:42 p.m. EST
Linda Young - AHN Editor
Washington, D.C. (AHN) - Only two of 30 nations, Mexico and Turkey, are ahead of the United States for income inequality and poverty rates, or the gap between rich and poor, according to a report released Tuesday.
The report was released by Paris-based Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development of its 30 member-nations, most of which are developed countries.
In America, the average income of the richest 10 percent of people is $93,000. When compared to purchasing power parity, it is the highest in the OECD when compared with the average of $54,000 for OECD nations.
The poorest 10 percent of Americans have an income of $5,800 per year, compared to the OECD average of $7,000.
In addition, the richest 10 percent hold 71 percent of American's net worth and 28 percent of total income, leaving 90 percent of the population to split the remaining 72 percent of the nation's income.
While income inequality grew worse in the U.S., it decreased in France over the past 20 years because poorer workers were paid better.
The OECD report found that economic growth of recent decades benefited the rich more than the poor and in Canada, Finland, Germany, Italy, Norway and the United States, the gap also increased between the rich and the middle-class.
Social mobility is lower in countries such as Italy, the United Kingdom and the United States where there is a wide distribution of income and higher in Nordic countries where income is distributed more evenly, the OECD said in a statement on its website.
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October 21, 2008 12:42 p.m. EST
Linda Young - AHN Editor
Washington, D.C. (AHN) - Only two of 30 nations, Mexico and Turkey, are ahead of the United States for income inequality and poverty rates, or the gap between rich and poor, according to a report released Tuesday.
The report was released by Paris-based Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development of its 30 member-nations, most of which are developed countries.
In America, the average income of the richest 10 percent of people is $93,000. When compared to purchasing power parity, it is the highest in the OECD when compared with the average of $54,000 for OECD nations.
The poorest 10 percent of Americans have an income of $5,800 per year, compared to the OECD average of $7,000.
In addition, the richest 10 percent hold 71 percent of American's net worth and 28 percent of total income, leaving 90 percent of the population to split the remaining 72 percent of the nation's income.
While income inequality grew worse in the U.S., it decreased in France over the past 20 years because poorer workers were paid better.
The OECD report found that economic growth of recent decades benefited the rich more than the poor and in Canada, Finland, Germany, Italy, Norway and the United States, the gap also increased between the rich and the middle-class.
Social mobility is lower in countries such as Italy, the United Kingdom and the United States where there is a wide distribution of income and higher in Nordic countries where income is distributed more evenly, the OECD said in a statement on its website.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Can I Catch Clouds--by Lousie Zhang
Can You Catch The Clouds
Can you?
Can you?
Me, with my hands?
Oh, no, but I can
shut the clouds in my eyes.
I can
net the fluffy whiteness
with my brain waves,
I can
fan the clouds with my
whims and fancy
I can
darken the clouds
with my sorrows
and brighten it
with my smile.
My heart is holding every fiber
of that laden nothingness
which impresses millions of years earlier,
and floats to millions of years hither after.
In my palm, clouds evaporate into nothingness
My fingers
cling to it.
Have I caught It?
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
almost look like a "red guard"
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| From 0ctober revolution |
October 1st is China's National Day. In 1949 on this day, Chairman Mao declared that "from this day on, the Chinese people are no long on their knees.' ( The Chinese People have stood up now." something to that effect). In 1966, when I was 14, I was a red guard. that was 42 years ago. I looked something like this as a red guard. I don't have my red band on my arm now, but I have the army look cap on and I am in braids. However at that time, wearing sun glasses was "politically suicidal", a no-no, an anti-communist party, anti-socialism act. Now see how much we have advanced towards a universal look. Add a comment
october revolution
October 1st is the national day of the People's Republic of China. It is our "Independence Day". I used to be a red guard like almost everyone else in 1966, and we were called the second generation of the Red China.PRC is founded in 1949, October 1st. Russian Revolution in 1918 is known as "The October Revolution", not to be confused.
The words "Red Guards" really come from the Russian Revolution.
Monday, September 22, 2008
The Beautiful Things----poem by Louise Zhang
what is beautiful
defies analysis
but you will know
it is a beautiful song when you hear one
it is a beautiful flower when you smell one
it is a beautiful woman when you meet one
it is a beautiful book when you read one
it is a beautiful dream when you have one
beautiful things exist
for all your senses
open yourself to the beautiful
you will receive its radiance
you will receive its fragrance
you will receive its vibrations
you will receive its celebrations
the beautiful
finds its dignity in melody
finds its integrity in diversity
finds its purity in simplicity
finds its uniqueness in harmony
the beautiful
a blessing to come to you
a prayer to come to you
a regard to come to you
a love to come to you
when you see the beautiful
feel the beautiful
salute the beautiful
beauty is in you
sports sisters
I and my sister Yuan, won 4 golds each at the 1998 Sunnyvale "American Chinese Sports Meeting" in swimming events
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
HOPE----by Louise
I'd like to
upload
myself to Heaven
via wireless
weightless eternity
defies physics
overrides charity
NOT YOU----by Louise
it is not you I love
when all the lovers lie
it is not you I hate
when all the enemies die
it is not you I mistrust
when banks go bankrupt
it is not you I worship
when volcanoes erupt
HER LAST MOON----by Louise
she sleeps silent
quieter than twilight
not last full moon she waits
so pale to face
her going is done
no more daisies in the sun
a belief to shake
a bit, but for her own sake
undecided that final moment
when all her dreams come to bow
in the drawers they dwell
rings a little bell
UNTITILED---by Louise
she can't escape
the thought
death,
ends with a finality
she can't escape
the thought
life,
flowers into a parody;
she can't escape
the thought
herself,
born a probability
thus,
death, her
thinking companion;
life, her
traveling joker,
herself,
a knowing gravity.
when young
death is, to her
but a fantasy;
when soul knows afternoon,
life is, but an ambiguity;
waiting for her,
to stir up that dusky mystery.
NOT PRINTED------by Louise
what is living
reading the dead
what is death
remembers the living
with a note
in bold prints:
"next page"
Friday, September 12, 2008
TIME IS A BIG BLENDER----- BY LOUISE
How much we have advanced,
From the caves in each different continent,
To a beehive of today's humongous cities,
Slow cooking of differences,
Given up to melting pots of digestions,
Till eventually,
Here comes the super blender,
With its sharp blades,
In just a matter of a few celestial minutes,
Individual specialities break down,
And in a whirl of turning around,
History loses its time frames,
Map loses its longitudes,
A flurry of neutral colours,
An averaged out of heights.
Time turns to cut through shapes of nations,
Time turns to cut through lines of generations,
Time turns to cut through layers of conformations,
Time turns to cut through perspectives of proportions.
A big jug,
A big pot,
A big barrel,
A big cylinder,
Times turns its sharp blades,
And in due course,
An era of egalitarian promise takes place,
Your conditioning of traditions loses its edges.
A smoothie is born out of this blending,
Which is the ultimate new horizon looming.
From the caves in each different continent,
To a beehive of today's humongous cities,
Slow cooking of differences,
Given up to melting pots of digestions,
Till eventually,
Here comes the super blender,
With its sharp blades,
In just a matter of a few celestial minutes,
Individual specialities break down,
And in a whirl of turning around,
History loses its time frames,
Map loses its longitudes,
A flurry of neutral colours,
An averaged out of heights.
Time turns to cut through shapes of nations,
Time turns to cut through lines of generations,
Time turns to cut through layers of conformations,
Time turns to cut through perspectives of proportions.
A big jug,
A big pot,
A big barrel,
A big cylinder,
Times turns its sharp blades,
And in due course,
An era of egalitarian promise takes place,
Your conditioning of traditions loses its edges.
A smoothie is born out of this blending,
Which is the ultimate new horizon looming.
BURING SNOW----- by Louise
Blazing white sensations,
Dazzling chilliness,
Cold February snow,
Burns densely over the vast wintry emptiness.
Hurling feathers of flakes,
Intercepts drafts of earthy breaths,
Settles down quietly on an immensity of suspension,
Accumulates freezing gravity.
Burning, cold, burning,
Snow aflame in blasting blares,
Sending blue shots into engaging eyes,
And gripping your heart with tight numbness,
Shoulders and arms,
Laden with heavy chilly solidity.
On the tips of your finger nails,
Needles of biting chill burn deep into ribs,
Exploding sensations of hottest sharpness,
Blurs the boundaries of senses.
Snow is burning,
Snow is in white flames,
Invades space with sharp whirling knives,
Fills openness with hashed excitements.
White heat in white cold,
Opens close-downs into inclusive extendedness.
White wash of colours,
White wash of temperatures,
White wash of throbbing desires,
White wash of frozen noises,
Snow clad mountains and snow shrouded rivers,
Stroll gracefully in their crystal robes,
In the deadly wintry morning,
A stoic February sentiment royally remembers.
Dazzling chilliness,
Cold February snow,
Burns densely over the vast wintry emptiness.
Hurling feathers of flakes,
Intercepts drafts of earthy breaths,
Settles down quietly on an immensity of suspension,
Accumulates freezing gravity.
Burning, cold, burning,
Snow aflame in blasting blares,
Sending blue shots into engaging eyes,
And gripping your heart with tight numbness,
Shoulders and arms,
Laden with heavy chilly solidity.
On the tips of your finger nails,
Needles of biting chill burn deep into ribs,
Exploding sensations of hottest sharpness,
Blurs the boundaries of senses.
Snow is burning,
Snow is in white flames,
Invades space with sharp whirling knives,
Fills openness with hashed excitements.
White heat in white cold,
Opens close-downs into inclusive extendedness.
White wash of colours,
White wash of temperatures,
White wash of throbbing desires,
White wash of frozen noises,
Snow clad mountains and snow shrouded rivers,
Stroll gracefully in their crystal robes,
In the deadly wintry morning,
A stoic February sentiment royally remembers.
THE VELVET TRUTH ---- BY Louise
For each hug and kiss,
Eyes go deeper, layer under layer,
Blood surges, higher and higher,
Hearts unfold, minds bolder.
In a moment of ecstasy,
time warps, space caves in, brains drain;
Romance grows a trunk of history,
Hearts are petted and crumbled like pastry.
Love is named, lovers claimed,
In that sublimed blindness,
Flesh flashes brightest,
Sends searching lights
Down the laminated corridor of mates.
Piling high the everlasting mystery of souls
Find a seat for the wandering spirit,
Build a roof for the aloof,
And a room for the roaming.
A pillow for the burning temples,
A praying mattress for the flesh,
A candle light to shut out the days,
A canvas to paint an engaging gaze.
In the moonlit night,
A laughter breaks,
a shadow flees,
a sign slips.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Prince of Waves----- by Louise
A date with waves,
Tides come in with surety.
On her moody bosom
Rise and fall,
Whimsically roll
Tempest of emotions
Her Majesty,
The Aquarian Queen.
Prince of waves,
Treading her silver signs,
Dark specks
Skip, slip
Her white shouts
Swirl, swell
Foamy waves
Rush, push
Hurl, crash.
An intoxicating dance,
Of sure steps,
Timing the shifty rhythms,
Unleash youthful chase,
After swimming whales,
Wave rodeo,
Riders few.
To court the mightiest waves,
To catch the strongest wind,
A thundering sea
Marching,
Millions of horse roofs.
Best for a second,
Touching clouds,
Steady on the piling thrills,
Before the roof of water collapse.
Climbs out of the oceanic trance,
By ropes of winds,
Through the silky tunnel of blue,
Prince of waves,
Delivered from the depth
Of embraces, Heaven and earth,
Convictions of currents.
Monday, September 8, 2008
The Winds Are With Us---- by Louise
The Winds Are With Us
My love is gone,
Like clouds
Drift away,
Through the valleys,
Through the fog
Leave no trace,
Forever lost.
Don’t you feel lonely,
My love,
The winds are with us.
My love is gone,
A quiet sign,
Heard in the night,
Like rain drops,
On the pine needles,
Without a sound.
Don’t you feel sad, my love,
The winds are with us.
My love is gone,
My love is gone,
Everywhere I search for you,
Between the earth and the sky,
Where are you, my love,
Are you among the stars?
Singing the ancient song?
I am with the winds,
I am coming along,
My love,
The moon is full,
The stars are around,
Through the long darkness,
The winds are with us.
My love is gone,
Like clouds
Drift away,
Through the valleys,
Through the fog
Leave no trace,
Forever lost.
Don’t you feel lonely,
My love,
The winds are with us.
My love is gone,
A quiet sign,
Heard in the night,
Like rain drops,
On the pine needles,
Without a sound.
Don’t you feel sad, my love,
The winds are with us.
My love is gone,
My love is gone,
Everywhere I search for you,
Between the earth and the sky,
Where are you, my love,
Are you among the stars?
Singing the ancient song?
I am with the winds,
I am coming along,
My love,
The moon is full,
The stars are around,
Through the long darkness,
The winds are with us.
THE OPPOSITES----by Louise
The Opposites by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)
Two opposites stand
Face to face,
Each challenges the other,
Reconstructs the common denominator.
The chain of reasons,
Zigzag chainsaws through this and that,
Object and the opposite
Subject and the opposite
Against this, there is that,
Beyond that, here is this.
The middle point of two opposites
Shifting between 1/3 and 2/3.
The golden rule,
The golden mean,
An impossibility without opposites.
Opposite mirrors images,
Opposite gives life to one-sidedness,
Opposite injects meaning to concepts,
Opposite destroys different sameness.
Rhythm rises and falls within the crescendo of opposites,
Mementos bounces against the duration of opposites
Colors deepen, or pale towards the shades of opposites
Lights burst open the seams of illumination
Give me an opposite
I'll raise you another one,
Always measurably mightier,
Outshines yours In the long run.
Two opposites stand
Face to face,
Each challenges the other,
Reconstructs the common denominator.
The chain of reasons,
Zigzag chainsaws through this and that,
Object and the opposite
Subject and the opposite
Against this, there is that,
Beyond that, here is this.
The middle point of two opposites
Shifting between 1/3 and 2/3.
The golden rule,
The golden mean,
An impossibility without opposites.
Opposite mirrors images,
Opposite gives life to one-sidedness,
Opposite injects meaning to concepts,
Opposite destroys different sameness.
Rhythm rises and falls within the crescendo of opposites,
Mementos bounces against the duration of opposites
Colors deepen, or pale towards the shades of opposites
Lights burst open the seams of illumination
Give me an opposite
I'll raise you another one,
Always measurably mightier,
Outshines yours In the long run.
A LITTLE POETESS __ by Louise
small ears
little fingers
big eyes
chase
after lights
shapes
sounds
with whims pink, orange and green
she is on the cotton pillow hill
softly sinking
sweetly dreaming
oh
I am flying the clouds
I STAND IN THE SUN__ by Louise
I stand in the sun
directly
under its crown
shadows stark
shrinking
tightening
evaporate
a long look
between.
space wrapped around
a gift.
it's death
for me
a toy
too coy.
I hold it
feel it
fantasize
the end of warmth
a shadow of intelligence
to wrestle with.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
A Dreamer __ by Louise
there is a dreamer
who dreams loud
day turns into night
darkness into light
he drops his first line
and never gets tired of winding
a yarn so long
its end never found
but when he finds his needle
he stitches his riddle
a storybook by the pillow
demons can fumble
tearing a burning page
blowing out a smoky candle
murdering a childlike soul
in bright tri-colour
blue
red
yellow
he wishes to have
a perfect daydream
yet he just dozes off
to a deep sleep
a soft snoring
disturbs his dreaming
even total darkness
between his eyes
leaves no chance to his sleepy muse
and daydream
turns from light to night
this is his dream
he paints
in opulent black
Flies -- Louise
buzz
bandits of garbage
a nation of the condemned
negligibly protesting
twitch
legions of germ carriers
an air-borne nuisance
mostly self-assuming
charge
cavalries of dumpster
filthy courtship
mightily populating
A Bird Asks ___ by Louise
does the winds
ever wander
the rain
ever cry
does the sun
ever lie
the moon
ever deny
the trees
to roots they bow
the flowers
to bees they smile
the faces
to mirrors they appear
the hearts
of their own shadows
they fear
a bird asks
a bird answers
do I care
do I know?
DO I WISH TO GO TO HEAVEN?---by louise
Do I wish to go to Heaven?
That unique society,
Crowds of grateful dead,
Still wearing diligent smiles,
Duty bound,
To eternity,
An unintelligible fate,
A slang for death,
Afloat,
Holding their ballots.
a love story --by louise
a love child
a sweet secret
a certain place
a grown-up memory
of a wild wild night
in the far far north west
swift are the years
silent the promise
a full sized history
claims its own memorial day
between the first
and the last kiss
60 years
have wound down
into an untold story
futile to the mind
restful
unremembering
oh, the green grass
snow on the cedars
that wild wild night
like shooting stars
gently fell
a romance has burnt out
smiles still young
colours enduring
autumn frosts frozen
Wintry leaves waited not
you
me
and the rest
put all our fingers together
let all our eyes shut
leave the dead to peace
the living to live
and the story
to a star
SILENT FAREWELL
Farewell
Farewell
From this harbour
I'm sailing tonight
Can ever this memory be
Our silent certainty?!
Soft is your gaze
From me to the sail
A full moon pale
A rising gale
Oh, waves of the sea
Rome, Nice, Sydney!
Beyond harbour lights
Beyond your eyes
Should I doomed be
A stranger to roam
A stranger to Thee!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Bird Lady
Hine is Phil's Mother Donna's family name. Her father was Hoyt Hine
Biography of Thomas Clark Benson, pages 353 / 354. History of Northeast
Indiana; LaGrange, Steuben, Noble, and DeKalb Counties, Vol. II, under the
editorial supervision of Ira Ford, Orville Stevens, William H. McEwen and
William H. McIntosh. The Lewis Publishing Company, Chicago and New York,
1920.
Thomas Clark Benson. One of the beautiful homes of DeKalb County is
Birdlawn Farm, situated in Richland Township, the property of Thomas Clark
Benson. It is the old family homestead of the Hine family, and its name,
together with that of the adjoining farm, Meadow Lark, which also is a
part of the Hine family estate, serves to perpetuate the beautiful memory
of a gifted woman, the late Mrs. Jane L. Hine, mother of Mrs. Benson,
known in Indiana history as the “Bird Woman.”
Thomas Clark Benson was born in Warren County, Indiana. His parents,
Jonathan and Eliza (Jones) Benson, died when he was very young, and he was
reared in the Ankrum family in Vermilion County, Illinois. He had one
brother and four sisters, namely: Asbury, Mary Jane, Elizabeth, Matilda
and Lydia. The only survivor is Mrs. Matilda Nichols, whose name is at
Weatherford, Oklahoma. Mr. Benson was afforded educational opportunities
and for a number of years taught school very acceptably, then began study
for the ministry, pursuing theological courses at Union Christian College,
Merom, Indiana, and Oberlin Theological Seminary at Oberlin, Ohio. It was
at Oberlin that he met Miss Nellie Cynthia Hine, to whom he was united in
marriage on March 26, 1884, at Birdlawn, the present family house.
When Mrs. Benson’s grandfather, Sheldon Horatio Hine, first invested in
this half section of Richland Township wild land he traded thirty milch
cows for it, at the time living in the Western Reserve across the Indiana-
Ohio state line, buying his property as an investment. When he sent his
son, Horatio Sheldon Hine, to pay the taxes the young man, then nineteen
years old, did not regard it as worth the money, but his father said,
“Young man, some day you will be glad to have it.” Since 1863 Birdlawn
has been a part of the estate now owned by Mr. Benson. When Horatio S.
Hine pay the taxes he found conditions that would have justified almost
any business man entering a protest. He found a swamp instead of a farm
and the sink hole in it was so deep that for many years the New York
Central Railroad passing through Waterloo, Sedan and Corunna, had to make
a detour in order to avoid it. A road bed through the sink hole was
finally made by hauling timber from three states, Indiana, Michigan and
Ohio, laying tier on tier on the ice, subsequent draining making it
possible to make a solid permanent roadway. The above is interesting as
local as well as family history.
While a brother of Horation Sheldon Hine, Lemon Hine, first came to
this DeKalb County farmstead and remained long enough to build the house
which still stands there, it was Horatio S. Hine who developed the farm,
and it is his grandson, Martin Lee Benson, who at present maintains its
standing in agricultural pre-eminence. Horatio S. Hine was twice married,
his first union being with Cynthia Brooks, who was the mother of three
sons: Sheldon H., Charles L. and Frank B. After her death Mr. Hine
married her sister, Jane Brooks, who became the mother of three children,
namely: Mrs. Nellie Cynthia Benson, Brooks L. and Lemon. The mother of
Mrs. Benson was born April 2, 1831, and died February 11, 1916, the
centennial year in Indiana history. With a natural love of nature, Mrs.
Hine beautified the hill slope in front of the farmhouse by setting out
wild flowers and it has been Mrs. Benson’s pleasant duty to protect and
preserve them. It was not, however, until she had faithfully discharged
her duties a wife and mother that Mrs. Hine began her special studies of
bird life, and some of her finest essays were written after she had passed
three score and ten. She was frequently invited to address audiences on
bird lore, wrote voluminously on the subject for different publications
and many of her manuscripts are preserved and consulted as being
scientifically authentic. She was a member of the National Ornithological
Society, and a booklet has been issued as a memorial.
For several years after their marriage Mr. Benson continued in the
ministry, serving Christian churches in Kansas, Pennsylvania and Ohio.
In 1896, coming to Birdlawn with Mrs. Benson to visit her parents and
finding them in need of a daughter’s ministrations, he decided to remain,
and this had been the Benson home ever since. Mr. and Mrs. Benson have
the following children: Paul Hine, Martin Lee, Rhoda Bernice, Kathryn
Eunice and Frank Earl. As a student in Angola College Paul H. Benson
specialized in literature and chemistry. As a soldier in the state
military organization sent to the Mexican border, he soon became an
interpreter of languages, and his knowledge of chemistry had been very
useful to him in a business way at Saginaw, Michigan, since he returned
from military service. Martin Lee Benson made a special study of
agriculture and is the farmer at Birdlawn. Rhoda B. is the wife of J.H.
Miser and they live on their fruit ranch in California. They have two
sons, Harold and Glenn. Kathryn E. Benson, a graduate of the Auburn High
School, had training in the Oklahoma College of Agriculture, and for
several years taught school in Wyoming. Frank Earl Benson , who was one
of the earliest enlisted men to go overseas with the American Expeditionary
Forces in World war, served as orderly to Dr. Richard Derby, son-in-law of
the late beloved Theodore Roosevelt, and at Chateau Thierry and other
points was between the lines in the hardest of the fighting and ever
exhibited the valor that has won laurels for the America soldier. This
family in all its branches illustrates the sterling qualities, high ideals
and solid worth that make the real American type.
Submitted by:
Arlene Goodwin
Auburn, Indiana
Agoodwin@ctlnet.com
Biography of Thomas Clark Benson, pages 353 / 354. History of Northeast
Indiana; LaGrange, Steuben, Noble, and DeKalb Counties, Vol. II, under the
editorial supervision of Ira Ford, Orville Stevens, William H. McEwen and
William H. McIntosh. The Lewis Publishing Company, Chicago and New York,
1920.
Thomas Clark Benson. One of the beautiful homes of DeKalb County is
Birdlawn Farm, situated in Richland Township, the property of Thomas Clark
Benson. It is the old family homestead of the Hine family, and its name,
together with that of the adjoining farm, Meadow Lark, which also is a
part of the Hine family estate, serves to perpetuate the beautiful memory
of a gifted woman, the late Mrs. Jane L. Hine, mother of Mrs. Benson,
known in Indiana history as the “Bird Woman.”
Thomas Clark Benson was born in Warren County, Indiana. His parents,
Jonathan and Eliza (Jones) Benson, died when he was very young, and he was
reared in the Ankrum family in Vermilion County, Illinois. He had one
brother and four sisters, namely: Asbury, Mary Jane, Elizabeth, Matilda
and Lydia. The only survivor is Mrs. Matilda Nichols, whose name is at
Weatherford, Oklahoma. Mr. Benson was afforded educational opportunities
and for a number of years taught school very acceptably, then began study
for the ministry, pursuing theological courses at Union Christian College,
Merom, Indiana, and Oberlin Theological Seminary at Oberlin, Ohio. It was
at Oberlin that he met Miss Nellie Cynthia Hine, to whom he was united in
marriage on March 26, 1884, at Birdlawn, the present family house.
When Mrs. Benson’s grandfather, Sheldon Horatio Hine, first invested in
this half section of Richland Township wild land he traded thirty milch
cows for it, at the time living in the Western Reserve across the Indiana-
Ohio state line, buying his property as an investment. When he sent his
son, Horatio Sheldon Hine, to pay the taxes the young man, then nineteen
years old, did not regard it as worth the money, but his father said,
“Young man, some day you will be glad to have it.” Since 1863 Birdlawn
has been a part of the estate now owned by Mr. Benson. When Horatio S.
Hine pay the taxes he found conditions that would have justified almost
any business man entering a protest. He found a swamp instead of a farm
and the sink hole in it was so deep that for many years the New York
Central Railroad passing through Waterloo, Sedan and Corunna, had to make
a detour in order to avoid it. A road bed through the sink hole was
finally made by hauling timber from three states, Indiana, Michigan and
Ohio, laying tier on tier on the ice, subsequent draining making it
possible to make a solid permanent roadway. The above is interesting as
local as well as family history.
While a brother of Horation Sheldon Hine, Lemon Hine, first came to
this DeKalb County farmstead and remained long enough to build the house
which still stands there, it was Horatio S. Hine who developed the farm,
and it is his grandson, Martin Lee Benson, who at present maintains its
standing in agricultural pre-eminence. Horatio S. Hine was twice married,
his first union being with Cynthia Brooks, who was the mother of three
sons: Sheldon H., Charles L. and Frank B. After her death Mr. Hine
married her sister, Jane Brooks, who became the mother of three children,
namely: Mrs. Nellie Cynthia Benson, Brooks L. and Lemon. The mother of
Mrs. Benson was born April 2, 1831, and died February 11, 1916, the
centennial year in Indiana history. With a natural love of nature, Mrs.
Hine beautified the hill slope in front of the farmhouse by setting out
wild flowers and it has been Mrs. Benson’s pleasant duty to protect and
preserve them. It was not, however, until she had faithfully discharged
her duties a wife and mother that Mrs. Hine began her special studies of
bird life, and some of her finest essays were written after she had passed
three score and ten. She was frequently invited to address audiences on
bird lore, wrote voluminously on the subject for different publications
and many of her manuscripts are preserved and consulted as being
scientifically authentic. She was a member of the National Ornithological
Society, and a booklet has been issued as a memorial.
For several years after their marriage Mr. Benson continued in the
ministry, serving Christian churches in Kansas, Pennsylvania and Ohio.
In 1896, coming to Birdlawn with Mrs. Benson to visit her parents and
finding them in need of a daughter’s ministrations, he decided to remain,
and this had been the Benson home ever since. Mr. and Mrs. Benson have
the following children: Paul Hine, Martin Lee, Rhoda Bernice, Kathryn
Eunice and Frank Earl. As a student in Angola College Paul H. Benson
specialized in literature and chemistry. As a soldier in the state
military organization sent to the Mexican border, he soon became an
interpreter of languages, and his knowledge of chemistry had been very
useful to him in a business way at Saginaw, Michigan, since he returned
from military service. Martin Lee Benson made a special study of
agriculture and is the farmer at Birdlawn. Rhoda B. is the wife of J.H.
Miser and they live on their fruit ranch in California. They have two
sons, Harold and Glenn. Kathryn E. Benson, a graduate of the Auburn High
School, had training in the Oklahoma College of Agriculture, and for
several years taught school in Wyoming. Frank Earl Benson , who was one
of the earliest enlisted men to go overseas with the American Expeditionary
Forces in World war, served as orderly to Dr. Richard Derby, son-in-law of
the late beloved Theodore Roosevelt, and at Chateau Thierry and other
points was between the lines in the hardest of the fighting and ever
exhibited the valor that has won laurels for the America soldier. This
family in all its branches illustrates the sterling qualities, high ideals
and solid worth that make the real American type.
Submitted by:
Arlene Goodwin
Auburn, Indiana
Agoodwin@ctlnet.com
Saturday, August 16, 2008
time yoyo
June 26
Time Yoyo
days slow
years fast
minutes drag
hours drop
faces appear unseen
fate knocks loud
a day of stretched expectation
ends in a broken joy knot
miracles no longer suffice to elate
thrills quick cut to brain freeze
skins unfold to surgical smoothness
an unfulfilled dream
eats into day light
time teases
leaving faint fingernail marks
on the ageless glass of longing
the weary face grins
into the mirror
of happiness and despair
time shows no tear
Monday, July 21, 2008
Give Me An Ocean Feeling
Give me an ocean feeling
give me an ocean feeling,
take me back to the rocking waves,
bury me in the deep sweetness of darkness,
return me to the ocean
from that deep blue I came
given me an ocean feeling,
but I know it is deceiving,
a real ocean will drown you
an ocean feeling
will intoxicate you.
give me an ocean feeling,
a real look at the expense
of the endless waves
and to understand
sailing without a life boat and compass,
will surely land me on to the bottom of the sea.
give me an ocean feeling,
but man, you know it is very intriguing.
You don't want me to remain
an intoxicated baby
lost all the courage to face the rising sun.
give me an ocean feeling
push me to the waves,
on the real waves of the beach,
let me see the real sea.
Chorus
Teach me to raise the sails
teach me to use the compass,
teach me to follow the stars
teach me to be brave,
teach me to navigate through life,
like a good sailor,
companioned by the wind and seagulls.
Give me an ocean feeling,
take me back to the blue depth,
bury me under the waves,
return me to where I came.
Give me an ocean feeling,
even it is deceiving,
real ocean drowns
ocean feeling rocks and rolls.
Give me an ocean feeling,
by the ocean,
I know it is a wakening,
the real ocean, real waves.
The endless waves,
dangerous to sail
without a lifeboat
without a compass.
The bottomless abbeys
invite the arrogant sailor
the reckless surfer
to kiss the death of waves.
On the California beach,
I look to the great beyond,
I know it is intriguing,
to remain in the ocean feeling.
Chorus
Teach me to raise the sails
teach me to use the compass,
teach me to follow the stars
teach me to be brave,
teach me to navigate through life,
like a good sailor,
companioned by the winds and seagulls.
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give me an ocean feeling,
take me back to the rocking waves,
bury me in the deep sweetness of darkness,
return me to the ocean
from that deep blue I came
given me an ocean feeling,
but I know it is deceiving,
a real ocean will drown you
an ocean feeling
will intoxicate you.
give me an ocean feeling,
a real look at the expense
of the endless waves
and to understand
sailing without a life boat and compass,
will surely land me on to the bottom of the sea.
give me an ocean feeling,
but man, you know it is very intriguing.
You don't want me to remain
an intoxicated baby
lost all the courage to face the rising sun.
give me an ocean feeling
push me to the waves,
on the real waves of the beach,
let me see the real sea.
Chorus
Teach me to raise the sails
teach me to use the compass,
teach me to follow the stars
teach me to be brave,
teach me to navigate through life,
like a good sailor,
companioned by the wind and seagulls.
Give me an ocean feeling,
take me back to the blue depth,
bury me under the waves,
return me to where I came.
Give me an ocean feeling,
even it is deceiving,
real ocean drowns
ocean feeling rocks and rolls.
Give me an ocean feeling,
by the ocean,
I know it is a wakening,
the real ocean, real waves.
The endless waves,
dangerous to sail
without a lifeboat
without a compass.
The bottomless abbeys
invite the arrogant sailor
the reckless surfer
to kiss the death of waves.
On the California beach,
I look to the great beyond,
I know it is intriguing,
to remain in the ocean feeling.
Chorus
Teach me to raise the sails
teach me to use the compass,
teach me to follow the stars
teach me to be brave,
teach me to navigate through life,
like a good sailor,
companioned by the winds and seagulls.
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Saturday, July 19, 2008
What Are Meridians? Channels of Energy or Chi in TCM and Holistic Therapies
One of the pillars of Traditional Chinese Medicine, meridians are invisible lines through the body that carry energy to every organ and system.
An ancient myth has it that the Chinese first learned about energy meridians when soldiers on the battlefield noticed lines of glowing energy running through their companions’ severed limbs and bodies. In reality, meridians are invisible, theoretical lines which correspond to the flow of energy or chi throughout the human body. They relate to each of the body’s organs and systems and can be used to assess and to improve health using a variety of techniques from the applied science of Touch for Health to the most recent advances in energy psychology.
What is a Meridian?
Meridians are energy channels. They can be likened to the wiring of a house, or the veins and arteries through which our blood flows, except that they have no discrete physical structure. They run through our physical bodies but they cannot be dissected or found surgically. Meridians are part of the body’s subtle energy anatomy and have no concrete form. Humans are not unique in having meridians - dogs, cats, horses, and all mammals seem to have energy meridians.
Despite their intangible nature, we know that meridians exist because their impact can be felt. Sedating (weakening) or strengthening the various meridians has a noticeable impact on energy levels, mood and adaptability, health, immunity, thinking and cognition, and more. Some of the meridians are yin and some are yang, and each corresponds to an element and specific emotional tendencies.
Children are sometimes able to feel the flow of energy in their own meridians (somewhat like growing pains) when energy of a meridian is out of balance. People who are intuitive can sometimes see or sense the energy of other people’s meridians and tell whether their flow is healthy and strong (Donna Eden is known for her ability to sense what people need for energetic balance).
The 14 meridians are the Central, Governing, Circulation/Sex, Bladder, Gall Bladder, Heart, Kidney, Large Intestine, Liver, Lung, Small Intestine, Spleen, Stomach, and Triple Warmer.
How can we work with the Meridians?
One of the easiest ways to use the meridians for healing is by running a hand over the path of the meridian. To strengthen a weak meridian, the meridian is “run” forwards, from its beginning to its end. To weaken or sedate a meridian that is over-energized and that is drawing energy from other systems, the meridian is run backwards from end to beginning. For an example, see Sedating the Triple Warmer Meridian.
Dozens of approaches have sprung up in the thousands of years since the Chinese began to study the meridians. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, acupuncture is applied to points on the meridians to release blockages and bring about healing of all kinds, while key points are used by traditional doctors to diagnose health and balance in the body’s systems.
Newer schools of Energy Work which employ the energy meridians include Touch for Health Applied Kinesiology, Eden Energy Medicine, and several forms of energy psychology which approach the meridians in almost the same way as acupuncture - without the needles! Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) and Energy Diagnostic and Treatment Methods (EDxTM) are two energy psychology techniques which involved tapping on key points on the meridians to remove blocked energy affecting the emotions.
An ancient myth has it that the Chinese first learned about energy meridians when soldiers on the battlefield noticed lines of glowing energy running through their companions’ severed limbs and bodies. In reality, meridians are invisible, theoretical lines which correspond to the flow of energy or chi throughout the human body. They relate to each of the body’s organs and systems and can be used to assess and to improve health using a variety of techniques from the applied science of Touch for Health to the most recent advances in energy psychology.
What is a Meridian?
Meridians are energy channels. They can be likened to the wiring of a house, or the veins and arteries through which our blood flows, except that they have no discrete physical structure. They run through our physical bodies but they cannot be dissected or found surgically. Meridians are part of the body’s subtle energy anatomy and have no concrete form. Humans are not unique in having meridians - dogs, cats, horses, and all mammals seem to have energy meridians.
Despite their intangible nature, we know that meridians exist because their impact can be felt. Sedating (weakening) or strengthening the various meridians has a noticeable impact on energy levels, mood and adaptability, health, immunity, thinking and cognition, and more. Some of the meridians are yin and some are yang, and each corresponds to an element and specific emotional tendencies.
Children are sometimes able to feel the flow of energy in their own meridians (somewhat like growing pains) when energy of a meridian is out of balance. People who are intuitive can sometimes see or sense the energy of other people’s meridians and tell whether their flow is healthy and strong (Donna Eden is known for her ability to sense what people need for energetic balance).
The 14 meridians are the Central, Governing, Circulation/Sex, Bladder, Gall Bladder, Heart, Kidney, Large Intestine, Liver, Lung, Small Intestine, Spleen, Stomach, and Triple Warmer.
How can we work with the Meridians?
One of the easiest ways to use the meridians for healing is by running a hand over the path of the meridian. To strengthen a weak meridian, the meridian is “run” forwards, from its beginning to its end. To weaken or sedate a meridian that is over-energized and that is drawing energy from other systems, the meridian is run backwards from end to beginning. For an example, see Sedating the Triple Warmer Meridian.
Dozens of approaches have sprung up in the thousands of years since the Chinese began to study the meridians. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, acupuncture is applied to points on the meridians to release blockages and bring about healing of all kinds, while key points are used by traditional doctors to diagnose health and balance in the body’s systems.
Newer schools of Energy Work which employ the energy meridians include Touch for Health Applied Kinesiology, Eden Energy Medicine, and several forms of energy psychology which approach the meridians in almost the same way as acupuncture - without the needles! Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) and Energy Diagnostic and Treatment Methods (EDxTM) are two energy psychology techniques which involved tapping on key points on the meridians to remove blocked energy affecting the emotions.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
history record of O'Malley's presence at the English Court
There came to me also a most famous feminine sea captain called Grany Imallye and offered her services unto me, wheresoever I would command her, with three galleys and two hundred fighting men, either in Scotland or in Ireland. She brought with her her husband for she was as well by land as by sea well more than Mrs Mate with him. ...This was a notorious rebel in all the coasts of Ireland. Sir Henry Sidney, Lord Deputy of Ireland, 1576
Timeline of Grace O'Malley
1530: Born in the lorship of Umhall, Co Mayo, daughter of the chieftain Owen (Dudara) O’Malley from whom she learned her seafaring expertise.
1546: Given in a politically motivated marriage to Donal of the Battles O’Flaherty, tanaiste of the Clan O’Flaherty in his castle of Bunowen, in Connemara.
1547-1552: Gives birth to 2 sons, Owen and Murrough and a daughter, Margaret.
1560: Donal killed in an inter-clan dispute. Grace avenges his death and assumes leadership of his clan on behalf of her sons.
1564: Returns to Umhall and settles on Clare Island, from where she commences her successful career of ‘maintenance by land and sea’ with her father’s ships and a private army of 200 men. Her fame as a leader and an expert mariner grows.
1565: Rescues Hugh de Lacy from the sea and he becomes her lover. Subsequently wrecks a terrible retribution on the MacMahons when they kill Hugh.
1566: When the English administration begins to push into Mayo, she marries Richard-in-Iron Bourke, whose castle, Rockfleet, is less exposed than Clare Island. When she has moved her ships and army into Richard’s castle she divorces him.
1567: Her son Theobald (Tiboid-ne-Long) Toby-of-the- Ships is born aboard her ship. She defends her new-born son from an attack from Barbery Pirates On her return to Rockfleet she becomes re-united with Richard-in-Iron to protect themselves from the English.
1571: With Grace’s help, Richard-in-Iron becomes tanaiste (elected succesor) to the MacWilliam of Mayo, the premier chiefdom in Mayo
1576: The Mac William of Mayo submits to Queen Elizabeth of England. Richard-in-Iron’s position as his successor is under threat.
1577: With her army and navy in tow, Grace impresses Elizabeth’s minister, Sir Henry Sidney in Galway with her military capabilities.
1577: Grace plunders Desmond and is captured by the Earl of Desmond, who imprisons her in Limerick Jail.
1578: To save his own neck, Desmond hands her over to the English Governor.
1578: Grace is thrown into the dungeons of Dublin Castle
1579: Richard-in-Iron rises in rebellion. Grace is released from prison by the English on the pretext of bringing him to heel.
1579: Grace plunders English shipping. She routes an English army sent to beseige her at Rockfleet.
1580: The MacWilliam dies and his son succeeds him by English law. Grace and Richard go into rebellion to secure their rights. Grace’s ships bring in the infamous Scottish mercenaries, the Gallowglass. The English are no match for them and agree to deal. Richard becomes the MacWilliam of Mayo and is inaugurated in the age-old Gaelic custom.
1581: Grace and Richard resist the encroachment of the English on their power and lands.
1583: Richard-in-Iron dies. Grace immediately secures Rockfleet Castle as her base.
1584: Sir Richard Bingham is appointed English Governor. He sets out to destroy Grace and her family.
1584: Grace leads a rebellion against Bingham.
1586: Bingham’s brother kills Grace’s eldest son, Owen
1586: Under the guise of a truce, Bingham lures Grace to his headquarters. He proclaims her a traitor and condems her to death. She is rescued by her son-in-law.
1587: Grace flees to Ulster to consult with O’Neill. With his ally, O’Donell, he is plotting to unite the Irish for the first time and, with help from the King of Spain, to drive the English out of Ireland.
1588: The Spanish Armada is driven by bad weather to its doom. Bingham exacts a terrible revenge on Grace and her relations for helping the Spanish. They retaliate and Bingham declares all-out war.
1589: Bingham accuses Grace of treason and of being ‘the nurse to all rebellions in Ireland’ and reports her to Elizabeth.
1590: Bingham pressurises Grace’s second son, Murrough, to ally with him. Furious Grace attacks Murrough intensifies her efforts against Bingham.
1591: By adopting a ‘scorched earth’ tactic, Bingham finally defeats the Grace. He her fleet of ships which renders her powerless. She strikes back and seizes an English ship.
1592: In desperation Grace writes to Elizabeth telling her of the injustices perpetrated against her by Bingham and seeking redress.
1593: Bingham seizes Tiboid and charges him with treason, a crime punishable by death.
1593: Grace makes a momentuous and dangerous decision. (July)She will sail to London and put her case to Elizabeth face to face.
1593: Septemper, Against Bingham’s advice Elizabeth grants Grace an audience at her glittering Court at Greenwich. Showing a shrewd negotiating ability and daring, Grace out-manouvers the Queen, secures her son’s release and boldly elicits the Queen’s assent to continue her career by land and sea.
1594: Bingham is recalled to England and Grace returns unhindered to her old career.
1597: At the ‘great age’ of 67, Grace is recorded still actively leading her men by sea in a retaliatory attack on MacNeil of Barra off the Scottish coast.
1601: The Battle of Kinsale and the final demise of the Gaelic world of Grace o’Malley.
1603: Grace dies at Rockfleet.
1546: Given in a politically motivated marriage to Donal of the Battles O’Flaherty, tanaiste of the Clan O’Flaherty in his castle of Bunowen, in Connemara.
1547-1552: Gives birth to 2 sons, Owen and Murrough and a daughter, Margaret.
1560: Donal killed in an inter-clan dispute. Grace avenges his death and assumes leadership of his clan on behalf of her sons.
1564: Returns to Umhall and settles on Clare Island, from where she commences her successful career of ‘maintenance by land and sea’ with her father’s ships and a private army of 200 men. Her fame as a leader and an expert mariner grows.
1565: Rescues Hugh de Lacy from the sea and he becomes her lover. Subsequently wrecks a terrible retribution on the MacMahons when they kill Hugh.
1566: When the English administration begins to push into Mayo, she marries Richard-in-Iron Bourke, whose castle, Rockfleet, is less exposed than Clare Island. When she has moved her ships and army into Richard’s castle she divorces him.
1567: Her son Theobald (Tiboid-ne-Long) Toby-of-the- Ships is born aboard her ship. She defends her new-born son from an attack from Barbery Pirates On her return to Rockfleet she becomes re-united with Richard-in-Iron to protect themselves from the English.
1571: With Grace’s help, Richard-in-Iron becomes tanaiste (elected succesor) to the MacWilliam of Mayo, the premier chiefdom in Mayo
1576: The Mac William of Mayo submits to Queen Elizabeth of England. Richard-in-Iron’s position as his successor is under threat.
1577: With her army and navy in tow, Grace impresses Elizabeth’s minister, Sir Henry Sidney in Galway with her military capabilities.
1577: Grace plunders Desmond and is captured by the Earl of Desmond, who imprisons her in Limerick Jail.
1578: To save his own neck, Desmond hands her over to the English Governor.
1578: Grace is thrown into the dungeons of Dublin Castle
1579: Richard-in-Iron rises in rebellion. Grace is released from prison by the English on the pretext of bringing him to heel.
1579: Grace plunders English shipping. She routes an English army sent to beseige her at Rockfleet.
1580: The MacWilliam dies and his son succeeds him by English law. Grace and Richard go into rebellion to secure their rights. Grace’s ships bring in the infamous Scottish mercenaries, the Gallowglass. The English are no match for them and agree to deal. Richard becomes the MacWilliam of Mayo and is inaugurated in the age-old Gaelic custom.
1581: Grace and Richard resist the encroachment of the English on their power and lands.
1583: Richard-in-Iron dies. Grace immediately secures Rockfleet Castle as her base.
1584: Sir Richard Bingham is appointed English Governor. He sets out to destroy Grace and her family.
1584: Grace leads a rebellion against Bingham.
1586: Bingham’s brother kills Grace’s eldest son, Owen
1586: Under the guise of a truce, Bingham lures Grace to his headquarters. He proclaims her a traitor and condems her to death. She is rescued by her son-in-law.
1587: Grace flees to Ulster to consult with O’Neill. With his ally, O’Donell, he is plotting to unite the Irish for the first time and, with help from the King of Spain, to drive the English out of Ireland.
1588: The Spanish Armada is driven by bad weather to its doom. Bingham exacts a terrible revenge on Grace and her relations for helping the Spanish. They retaliate and Bingham declares all-out war.
1589: Bingham accuses Grace of treason and of being ‘the nurse to all rebellions in Ireland’ and reports her to Elizabeth.
1590: Bingham pressurises Grace’s second son, Murrough, to ally with him. Furious Grace attacks Murrough intensifies her efforts against Bingham.
1591: By adopting a ‘scorched earth’ tactic, Bingham finally defeats the Grace. He her fleet of ships which renders her powerless. She strikes back and seizes an English ship.
1592: In desperation Grace writes to Elizabeth telling her of the injustices perpetrated against her by Bingham and seeking redress.
1593: Bingham seizes Tiboid and charges him with treason, a crime punishable by death.
1593: Grace makes a momentuous and dangerous decision. (July)She will sail to London and put her case to Elizabeth face to face.
1593: Septemper, Against Bingham’s advice Elizabeth grants Grace an audience at her glittering Court at Greenwich. Showing a shrewd negotiating ability and daring, Grace out-manouvers the Queen, secures her son’s release and boldly elicits the Queen’s assent to continue her career by land and sea.
1594: Bingham is recalled to England and Grace returns unhindered to her old career.
1597: At the ‘great age’ of 67, Grace is recorded still actively leading her men by sea in a retaliatory attack on MacNeil of Barra off the Scottish coast.
1601: The Battle of Kinsale and the final demise of the Gaelic world of Grace o’Malley.
1603: Grace dies at Rockfleet.
Monday, July 14, 2008
my new Hexun blogger link
http://hexun.com/dragonclawnails
this is a blogger I use for accessing Chinese medicine. I am very interested in self healing and curing discomfort, discontent, and disappointment through Chinese medicine. I love the philosophy of the Chinese medicine and I think it is one of the greatest contributions Chinese civilization has made to the world.
this is a blogger I use for accessing Chinese medicine. I am very interested in self healing and curing discomfort, discontent, and disappointment through Chinese medicine. I love the philosophy of the Chinese medicine and I think it is one of the greatest contributions Chinese civilization has made to the world.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
About the Maley Surname and This Site
I am going to start a search for Phil's Father--Mr. Walter Lee O'malley. Of him he knows almost nothing except the name.
The Maley Surname
Irish Slovenian
Irish Maleys
Most Maleys are derived from the Irish (or Scotts/Irish) O Malley (O Maille - Melia) The O'Malleys are a very old Mayo family whose name is said to derive from the Celtic word for chief (maglios). For many centuries they were chieftains of the baronies of Burrishoole and Murrisk, where the sea was their chief occupation. One of the most remarkable women in Irish history, Grace O'Malley, known as Granuaile, was the daughter of the O'Malley chieftain Owen. As a mere 15 year old she was married to an O'Flaherty. When he was killed in battle she married a Burke. She frequently contended with the marauding English, both by land and by the sea from which she got her living. She was captured several times and was rescued from the gallows. In her old age, as a princess and equal, she visited Queen Elizabeth in London. With the breakdown of the ancient chieftaincies the O'Malleys disappeared abroad, Charles O'Malley and his five brothers gave their lives to a diversity of armies. It was said, none of his family were ever known to follow any trade or profession but arms, earning no fortune to replace what had been taken from them. The O'Malleys produced many high churchmen and one unorthodox priest, Thaddeus O'Malley, who was returned from America because of his progressive religious and political views. Ernest O'Malley, a veteran of the Civil War, wrote a vivid autobiography entitled On Another Man's Wound. Melia is sometimes found as a variant of O'Malley. Other derivatives include: O'Maley, Maley, Maly, Maily, and O'Maly.
Slovenian Maleys
At least one family of Maleys are Slovenian in origin, their name altered courtesy of the U.S. Immigration Service. These Maleys settled first in the Chicago, Illinois, USA area.
About the Maley Surname and This Site
The Maley Surname
Irish Slovenian
Irish Maleys
Most Maleys are derived from the Irish (or Scotts/Irish) O Malley (O Maille - Melia) The O'Malleys are a very old Mayo family whose name is said to derive from the Celtic word for chief (maglios). For many centuries they were chieftains of the baronies of Burrishoole and Murrisk, where the sea was their chief occupation. One of the most remarkable women in Irish history, Grace O'Malley, known as Granuaile, was the daughter of the O'Malley chieftain Owen. As a mere 15 year old she was married to an O'Flaherty. When he was killed in battle she married a Burke. She frequently contended with the marauding English, both by land and by the sea from which she got her living. She was captured several times and was rescued from the gallows. In her old age, as a princess and equal, she visited Queen Elizabeth in London. With the breakdown of the ancient chieftaincies the O'Malleys disappeared abroad, Charles O'Malley and his five brothers gave their lives to a diversity of armies. It was said, none of his family were ever known to follow any trade or profession but arms, earning no fortune to replace what had been taken from them. The O'Malleys produced many high churchmen and one unorthodox priest, Thaddeus O'Malley, who was returned from America because of his progressive religious and political views. Ernest O'Malley, a veteran of the Civil War, wrote a vivid autobiography entitled On Another Man's Wound. Melia is sometimes found as a variant of O'Malley. Other derivatives include: O'Maley, Maley, Maly, Maily, and O'Maly.
Slovenian Maleys
At least one family of Maleys are Slovenian in origin, their name altered courtesy of the U.S. Immigration Service. These Maleys settled first in the Chicago, Illinois, USA area.
About the Maley Surname and This Site
Thursday, June 26, 2008
my friend JOhonny Tomass
snapshot of my friend Johnny Tomass
johnny is having some problem and he was sent to see Doc. Zhivago. He described himself as "a talented failure," which was mightily amusing to the doc. He took a more personal interest in Johnny who struck him as arrogant and defiant.
" What are your talents? And what's your failure?"
johnny has a way to speak smart. And soon he is throwing his qualifications as "the best amateur painter. The most genius imitator and the average professional. As to the area of his talents, he listed painting in fine art, guitar playing, and persuasive communication, which in a commonly used term-- the con art. What is your failure? Doc asks him--failure to fail in every way possible. I only fail in a few ways such as failing in eye sight, bowl movement every few days and stay in bed at night. Doc is amused by his flamboyant way of wearing his badges of "failures" as war decorations and at first interview detected him to be a happy "misfit"
on dreams----Nathanael West: Miss Lonelyhearts
Men have always fought their misery with dreams. Although dreams were once powerful, they have been made puerile by the movies, radio and newspapers. Among many betrayals, this one is the worst.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
jail visit by Louise (dragonclaw)
jail visits : Carmen in Jail
by Louise Zhang
9:04 AM 3/3/2008
Every one out of 100 in the United States is behind the bars
1:
look at me
look at me
and forget me not
but not to love me
for I'm not easily caught.
2.
Kiss me
kiss me
and hug me a lot
but not to reason to me
for I'm quite without thought.
3.
tease me
tease me
and behold me till you are lost
but worship me not
for I'm quick to revolt.
4.
appease me
appease me
and pacify me till I nod
but not to forbid me
for I'm being initiated into seeking a God.
5.
handle me
handle me
and pity me not
but to jail me with no bail out
for I'm here for the long haul.
6.
counsel me
counsel me
and free me not
but not to dump me
for I don't have a heart for a dropout.
7.
lead me
lead me
and straighten me out
but not to bend me
for I'm yielding only to my own lot.
8.
visit me
visit me
and cry for me not
but 20 dollars a week on my book
for every day is a working out.
9.
bear with me
bear with me
and wait for me not
but not to desert me
before your compassion burns out.
10.
cool me
cool me
and stir me not
but not to desensitise me
for the bull in me is chasing out.
11.
ignore me
ignore me
and rebuke me not
but not to forsake me
for beauty always stands out.
12.
leave me alone
leave me alone
and follow me not
but not to disown me
for I'm yours without doubt.
13.
fill me with pain
fill me with pain
and spill it out not
but no to harness your will
for it unsettles your blood cell.
14.
make your wish
make your wish
and bewitch me not
but to empower me
for my desire is definitely loud.
15.
unchain me
unchain me
and confine me not
but set limits to my liberty
for I'm still risky when let out.
16.
get lost
get lost
and regret you not
but beware of your own will
for I will sign my own deal.
17.
look out
look out
and climb you the jail wall not
but free will you be born
free will you die
your Carmen in jail doesn't like to bow out.
18
raise me
raise me
and look past me not
but arms out reaching
for I'm not yet lost.
19.
heal me
heal me
and upset me not
but stop me in my delerious dance
for mind and body are both dog-tired.
20.
silence me
silence me
and hear me not
but drug me no more
for the lamb is bleeding on the floor.
Friday, April 4, 2008
poem by dragonclaw: wind chimes
WIND CHIMES by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)
Evening falls
Breeze travels
The moon is up
Old nights wait
Wind chimes toss a few notes
Shadows dance to the tinkling tunes
Silver notes spill
Like girls' giggles
The cat jumps up
Running after the ding ding, ding ding....
Mountains hear the whispers
Streams follow in murmurs
Moon grins
Dogs snore in greeting
Dingding, Dongdong
Wind chimes are laughing
Their silver swings
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Donna
March 26
Donna Goodwin
Introduction to Donna Goodwin's Poems by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)
At age 84, and legally blind, Donna Goodwin certainly has earned herself the royal Title of "the oldest of all". Surviving half a dozen husbands and active in lending a hand in baby-sitting the grandchildren, she is writing more poems, painting more pictures and cooking more gourmet meals. She has pursued a life-long interest in poetry and now, the crown of the family artistic achievement sits elegantly on her head. As she described in her own poem:
But she, the oldest of all
Still stands,
A disarmed Venus
With broken limbs,
Her symmetry disturbed,
Yet as daylight fades
She is transformed,
An ageless silhouette
Against the evening sky.
Her creativity both visually and linguistically has acquired a kind of Granny Glory, yet still retains her light-foot humour and youthful imagination.Her poetry as well as her paintings and collages bear witness to her dynamic power in capturing the fleeting shadows of beauty, and sitting in beautiful sunset, she now sees everything through her mind's eye, or rather, through her heart, through her enhanced sensitivity towards movement, sensation, and space, catching the shifting hues of colour sieved through her remaining vision. She has touched the solemn issues of tenacious aging, of the business of dying , of politics, of war and peace, of the dreaming of love and, above all, the graceful eternity of living.
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Donna Goodwin
Introduction to Donna Goodwin's Poems by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)
At age 84, and legally blind, Donna Goodwin certainly has earned herself the royal Title of "the oldest of all". Surviving half a dozen husbands and active in lending a hand in baby-sitting the grandchildren, she is writing more poems, painting more pictures and cooking more gourmet meals. She has pursued a life-long interest in poetry and now, the crown of the family artistic achievement sits elegantly on her head. As she described in her own poem:
But she, the oldest of all
Still stands,
A disarmed Venus
With broken limbs,
Her symmetry disturbed,
Yet as daylight fades
She is transformed,
An ageless silhouette
Against the evening sky.
Her creativity both visually and linguistically has acquired a kind of Granny Glory, yet still retains her light-foot humour and youthful imagination.Her poetry as well as her paintings and collages bear witness to her dynamic power in capturing the fleeting shadows of beauty, and sitting in beautiful sunset, she now sees everything through her mind's eye, or rather, through her heart, through her enhanced sensitivity towards movement, sensation, and space, catching the shifting hues of colour sieved through her remaining vision. She has touched the solemn issues of tenacious aging, of the business of dying , of politics, of war and peace, of the dreaming of love and, above all, the graceful eternity of living.
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Saturday, March 22, 2008
pilgrim's progress by John Bunyan
Then said Christian to the man, What art thou ? The man answered, I am what I was not once.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
wind chime by Louise Zhang (dragonclaw)
wind chime
steps on the winds
surfing the drafts
cup up drops of sun
toll to you a deightful confusion
of notes
of hue
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