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CBC Montreal Roof Cam

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:53:54 -0800

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* HOME TOWN *

[The view of Montreal as seen from my office window. 13th floor ;) ]

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Happibuns blog - StumbleUpon

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:25:36 -0800

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Nay, play SU backwards and listen to what happens!

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Now this hurts . Big time. I saw it when Happi posted it originally.
Mercifully we do know how to chat with each other. But here goes
another rubber tree plant. She didn't even get to v4! Imagine!

I quote HAPPIBUN:

Dec 17 2008

So it comes to this.

SU is scrapping the classic page view in January.
I spent ages crafting my pages to look how I wanted them to,
but with the advent of the new look SU and reduction of functionality
in the classic view, I have found that I hardly visit my own pages any more.
Quite honestly, I can't be arsed with a site that treats it's volunteer
content providers in such a way.

I still use the toolbar stumble button, but if that goes the same way,
there will be nothing at all to keep me interested in SU at all.

My good Stumble friends know how to find me elsewhere if they wish.

So not with a bang, but a whimper.

Farewell SU.

~*~*~

Not good at all. Nay. Not a boo word since.
ARF!

gwen

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ShirlTs blog - StumbleUpon

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:15:25 -0800

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* SHIRLT *

ShirlT

Shirley, the Artist:

[Watercolour by Shilrey T.]

~*~*~*~

Quotation ~ Shirley's Blog:

If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track
that has been there all the while, waiting for you,
and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living.

When you can see that, you begin to meet people
who are in your field of bliss, and they open doors to you.

I say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open
where you didn't know they were going to be.

[Joseph Campbell]

~*~*~*~

Shirley's quick wit:

~*~*~*~

Shirley's Invitation:

Come Fly Away With Me,
Past The Paper Moon,
Over The Jello Sea,
Just You And Me.

~*~*~*~

Shirley to a T.

Trying to catch up with Shirley is like trying to lassoo a cyclone.
She's either "here", or "there" or "somewhere in between".
No wonder she invited you to take a trip on her Jello Sea.
This woman is full of wonderful surprises at every turn.
She is deeper than Jello,
Lighter than the country air she breathes up at her "other" house.
A woman with a rapier wit.
As talented with her paintbrushes and easel as most any I've seen hereabout.
Her knowledge is just short of encyclopaedic.
I think she must have invented the word "blog" - her's will make you suck your breath in.
But it's going to be alright - grab a small small bag, and breathe slowly into it.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6... keep breathing ....
I spent four hours without a break with Shriley, while she was sleeping, last night
and by the time I literally forced myself away, I was lightheaded.
I'd have to write a book of short stories about this woman. I won't,
I'd probably end up with Gone With the Wind.
She blows smoke in my tail pipe.

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Tue, 10 Nov 2009 20:44:59 -0800

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* ROD42 *

Veni, vidi, arrivaderci.

*****

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.
It has no survival value; rather it is one of those
things that give value to survival.

[C. S. Lewis]

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In hid own words:

My wish to all of you is to enjoy StumbleUpon as much as I have.

I hope they work out all the bugs in v4 and provide you with the
tools required to make it as good as v3 or even better.

Those of you that have been so kind as to share not only your
stumbles but your personal lives with me, I appreciated your trust
and friendship and wish all the best to you.

Maybe in the future I will check back in and see how things are,
but for now it's time to venture into a life outside of this great site.

I'll keep my site open for a few days so if there is anything at all
you want to save, go for it.

Be sure unsubscribe me and remove me from your friends list or
you'll have a non-responsive avatar there.

Thank you again - CHEERS

Rod

~*~*~*~

Goodbye is the easy part, Rod.
It's what comes after that is tricky in the details.

Rod has always reminded me of John Wayne,
that stereotypical most American of all Americans.

Make me an offer that I can't refuse, Don.
Make me one.

Salut, bonne chance, et a la prochaine.

Gwen

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Rachel Flowers - Scherzo by Widor

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 20:31:29 -0800

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* MS. RACHEL FLOWERS *

Alto Flautist, playing from Widor's Scherzo.

This performance comes from a September 21, 2008
Flute Recital which took place at the Southern
California Conservatory of Music in West Hills
near Los Angeles, California.

Here she was ably accompanied Paul Switzler on piano.

The very young, wonderfully talented Rachel is none other
than the daughter of our own Jeanie Flowers,
a.k.a. GUITAR GIRL.

Guitargirl
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Southeast Asia Photography - Nature Photographs / Wildlife Photos - Scott Stulberg

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 07:02:54 -0800

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"The real journey of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes"

[Marcel Proust]

"I've had many gifts in my life...but maybe the best one of all was the camera my father
gave me when I was ten years old. Albert Einstein once said, "Imagination is more
important than knowledge", and with that camera, my photographs let my imagination
come to life...."

[Scott Stulberg ]

A wonderful send from Ensemble5.

YouTube - Skye et Ael - Chick Habit - Laisse Tomber Les Filles (Gainsbourg)

Thanks, Ensemble5, I'd not heard her before nor this bluesy version of
Serge Gainsbourg's 60s hit song. Laisse Tomber Les Filles...

And thanks to Expressioniste for not letting me steal her text
for this particular movie.

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gcls favorite web sites - StumbleUpon

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:52:16 -0800

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"What do I think of these pages?"

Gwen: "Coloured gone."

Life can sometimes tear the heart out of you,
And if it hasn't yet, it will.
When life falls down in mid-flight, get up!
There are yet to be surprises around every nook and cranny.
Those that are departed will remain
In one of those tiny rooms you keep specially for them
In the many rooms that make up the heart of you.

And those that are still by your side
Will fill up still other rooms you keep for them in your heart;
They are your soul-keepers as they lighten your path
And show you the way not to save your soul,
But to protect, nuture, and guide you with their light
As you long in your aching heart to live in their shadow.
They are God's gift to you while you breathe deeply
In timely rhythm with their own.

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http://www.frontiernet.net/~shelby304/specials/dontdowindows/nowindows.htm

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 23:55:45 -0800

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* SHELBY'S HOUSEKEEPING PHILOSOPHY *

I don't do windows because ...
I love birds and don't want one to run into a clean window and get hurt.

I don't wax floors because ...
I am terrified a guest will slip and get hurt then I'll feel terrible
( plus they may sue me.)

I don't mind the dust bunnies because ...
They are very good company, I have named most of them,
and they agree with everything I say.

I don't disturb cobwebs because ...
I want every creature to have a home of their own.

I don't Spring Clean because ...
I love all the seasons and don't want the others to get jealous.

I don't pull weeds in the garden because ...
I don't want to get in God's way,
HE is an excellent designer!

I don't put things away because ...
My husband will never be able to find them again.

I don't do gourmet meals when I entertain because ...
I don't want my guests to stress out over what
to make when they invite me over for dinner.

I don't iron because ...
I choose to believe them when they say "Permanent Press".

I don't stress much on anything because ...
"A Type" personalities die young and
I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol' woman!

~*~*~*~

One smart lady. She's never going rust.

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1956s Perry Como " Hot Diggity ( Dog Ziggity Boom ) "

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:02:38 -0800

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* PERRY COMO *

The singing barber woke me up to this lively tune this morning,
thus setting the pace for my entire day. Hot diggity! Boom!

~*~*~*~

Hot_Diggity_(Dog_Ziggity_Boom)

Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity
Boom! what you do to me!
It's so new to me
what you do to me!
Hot diggity, dog ziggity,
Boom! What you do to me,
When you're holding me tight.

Never dreamed anybody could kiss that-a-way,
bring me bliss that-a-way, what a kiss that-a-way.
What a wonderful feeling to feel that-a-way --
Tell me where have you been all my life?

Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity
Boom! What you do to me,
It's so new to me,
What you do to me!
Hot diggity, dog ziggity,
Boom! What you do to me,
When you're holding me tight.

Never knew that my heart could go "zing" that-a-way
Ting-a-ling that-a-way, make me sing that-a-way,
I said "goodbye" to my troubles, they went that-a-way,
Ever since you came into my life.

Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity,
Boom! What you do to me,
It's so new to me
What you do to me!
Hot diggity, dog ziggity
Boom! What you do to me
When you're holding me tight.

[Instrumental Interlude]

There's a cute little cottage for two that-a-way,
Skies are blue that-a-way, dreams come true that-a-way
If you say I can share it with you that-a-way,
I'll be happy the rest of my life!

Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity
Boom! what you do to me,
It's so new to me,
What you do to me!
Hot diggity, dog ziggity
Boom! What you do to me,
When you're holding me tight.

Oh, hot diggity, dog ziggity
Boom! What you do to me --
Now my future will shine!
Hot diggity, dog ziggity
Boom! What you'll do to me
From the moment you're mine!

Hot Dog!

[Lyrics: Al Hoffman and Dick Manning]

~*~*~

This song was #1 on the American Hit Parade of 1956.
My husband proposed to me with these lyrics that year and --
a year later, on August 14, 1957 we got married!
The rest is history: we're still living in that little cottage
that-a-way, dreams come true that-a-way.
Zing go the strings of my heart that-a-way!
Hot diggity, hot ziggity what he does to me that-a-way!
Boom! Hot dog!

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Paul Robeson - Gloomy Sunday

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:15:09 -0800

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* GLOOMY SUNDAY *

Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited,
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created.
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken,
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken.
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling,
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling --

Saddest of Sundays.

Then came a Sunday when you came to find me,
They bore me to church and I left you behind me.
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me,
The earth and the flowers are forever above me.
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever --

Last of all Sundays.

[Paul Robeson's interpretation of Hugarian,
Rezso Seress' original.]

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ROBESON ON PAUL ROBESON:

"Like any other people, like fathers, mothers, sons and daughters in every land,
when the issue of peace or war has been put squarely to the American people,
they have registered for peace." ~

"We must join with the tens of millions all over the world who see in peace our most
sacred responsibility." ~

"Once we are joined together in the fight for peace we will have to talk to each other
and tell the truth about each other. How else can peace be won?" ~

"I shall take my voice wherever there are those who want to hear the melody of freedom or
the words that might inspire hope and courage in the face of fear. My weapons are peaceful,
for it is only by peace that peace can be attained. The song of freedom must prevail."

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