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Kara
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 08:09 am
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B....wouldn't that be 'fubar'?


Eh? That one flew right past me, GeGenius.... Sad
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Kara
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 08:11 am
OK, D. I googled it. Sort of similar to SNAFU.
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Gelisgesti
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 08:32 am
Kara wrote:
OK, D. I googled it. Sort of similar to SNAFU.


Embarrassed Embarrassed Go on .... ahuh ahuh
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Gelisgesti
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 08:43 am
Hmmm ...

Quote:
The parietal lobe is thought to be responsible for orienting a person in time and space, and Dr Newberg also found a change in parietal activation at the height of the meditative experience, when his volunteers reported sensing a greater interconnectedness of things. At the end of each recording session, Dr Beauregard asks the nuns to complete a questionnaire which gauges not only feelings of love and closeness to God, but also distortions of time and space. "The more intense the experience, the more intense the disorganisation from a spatio-temporal point of view," he says. Typically, time slows down, and the self appears to dissolve into some larger entity that the nuns describe as God.


The rest of the story
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Kara
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 11:16 am
uh-HUH, yourself, Wiseguy. ... Razz

Interesting article. I read somewhere years ago that people studying out-of-body experiences found that monks and others who regularly practiced deep meditation were able to have out-of-body experiences almost "on demand," unlike us less Zen-like mortals.
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Gelisgesti
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 12:41 pm
ooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm
ooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm
ooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Oh, hi B, would you like anything while I'm out?

ooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm
ooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm
ooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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margo
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 05:13 pm
I'm M, not B, but I'll have some inner peace, and some popcorn, please!
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cicerone imposter
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 07:06 pm
You want that with butter?
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Kara
 
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Fri 5 Mar, 2004 07:16 pm
Sheesh. I can Ommmmmmmmmmmmmm with the rest a ya.
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Gelisgesti
 
  1  
Fri 5 Mar, 2004 07:51 pm
If you recieve your wish and don't like it can you mmmmmmmmmmmmmmooooooooooo it back?
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Debacle
 
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Sat 6 Mar, 2004 07:25 am
I, too, have always been a strong beliver in the power of omens, and especially, after reading Willard Scott on the subject, in weather omens. Just after daybreak this morning I saw two crows out back, heard them caw-cawing in circled flight about my sassafras trees. Sure enough, no sooner had they lit out for other parts than it began to rain. Now a cynic might credit this simply to the fact it's a Saturday and one can always count on lousy weather at the weekend, but I've known it to rain on other days as well.
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dlowan
 
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Sat 6 Mar, 2004 07:42 am
Caaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww - nevermore....
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Gelisgesti
 
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Sat 6 Mar, 2004 07:55 am
WOW ..... that's like the crow that brought Noah an olive to signify er ... what the hell was that all about Confused


Omens


If you find an even ash, or four-leafed clover,
You will see your love afore the day is over.

Pale moon doth rain,
Red moon doth blow,
White moon doth neither rain or snow

Rainbow in the east,
Sailors at peace.
Rainbows in the west,
Sailors in distress.

If bees stay at home, rain will soon come;
If they fly away, fine will be the day.

When a cow tries to scratch her ear,
It means a shower is very near.
When she thumps her ribs with her tail,
Look out for thunder, lightening and hail.

The south wind brings wet weather,
The north wind wet and cold together;
The west wind always brings us rain,
The east wind blows it back again.

When the wind is in the east,
'Tis neither good for man or beast;
When the wind is in the north,
The skillful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
When the wind is in the west,
Then tis at it's very best.

When the dew is on the grass,
Rain will never come to pass.

Comes the rain before the wind,
Then your topsoil you must mind.
Comes the wind before the rain,
Haul your topsoil up again.

Fog on the hill
Brings water to the mill.
Fog on the moor
Brings sun to the door.

If the moon shows a silver shield,
Be not afraid to reap your field.

When the stars begin to huddle
The earth will soon become a puddle

No weather is ill
If the wind be still.

A scratch up and down
Is a lover found,
A scratch across
Is a lover lost.

On Spider colors:

Black, sad
Brown, glad,
White, good luck attend you.

Onion's skin very thin,
Mild winter's coming in.
Onion's skin thick and tough,
Coming winter cold and rough.

On meeting magpies, ravens or crows:

One's lucky,
Two's unlucky,
Three is health,
Four is wealth,
Five is sickness,
And six is death.

If the cock molt before the hen,
We shall have weather thick and thin,
But if the hen molt before the cock,
We shall have weather hard as a block.



Charms

Collected by John Aubrey in 1687, in the modern version it reads:

Rain, rain go away,
Come again another day
[Little Johnny wants to play]

If you wish to live and thrive,
Let the spider walk alive.

To determine if the next day be good or foul weather:
A garden snail is held over a candle; repeat these lines:

Snail, snail,
Put out your horns,
I'll give you bread
And Barley corns.

If it "puts out its horns", the day will be fair.

For good luck:

Magpie, magpie,
Chatter and flee,
Turn up thy tail,
And good luck to me.

A charm for use when churning butter:
Repeat three times:

Come butter, come,
Come butter, come,
Peter stands at the gate
Waiting for a butter cake.
Come butter, come.
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Debacle
 
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Sun 7 Mar, 2004 09:08 am
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ House ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I lie in a bedroom in a house
that was built in 1862, we were told--
the two windows still facing east
into the bright daily reveille of the sun.

The early birds are chirping,
and I think of those who have slept here before,
the family we bought the house from--
the five Hendersons--

and the engineer they told us about
who lived here alone before them,
the one who built onto the back
of the house a large glassy room with wood beams.

I have an old photograph of the house
in black and white, a few small trees,
and a curved dirt driveway,
but I do not know who lived here then.

So I go back to the Civil War
and to the farmer who built the house
and the rough stone walls
that encompass the house and run up into the woods,

he who mounted his thin wife in this room,
while the war raged to the south,
with the strength of a dairyman
or with the tenderness of a dairyman

or with both, alternating back and forth
so as to give his wife much pleasure
and possibly to call a son down to earth
to help with the cows and take over the little farm

when he no longer had the strength
after all the days and nights of toil and prayer--
the sun breaking over the horizon
and into these same windows

to light the same bed-space where I lie
with nothing to farm,
the dead farmer and his dead wife for company,
feeling better and worse by turns.

... Billy Collins [from The Atlantic, April, 2004]
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PDiddie
 
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Mon 8 Mar, 2004 07:22 am
http://www.questionw.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10082/normal_Exactly.jpg
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Gelisgesti
 
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Mon 8 Mar, 2004 07:48 am
How many flushes do you think it will take? Smile Smile
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Gelisgesti
 
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Mon 8 Mar, 2004 07:57 am
Anecdote anyone?
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Gelisgesti
 
  1  
Mon 8 Mar, 2004 08:03 am
The rest of the story....
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Gelisgesti
 
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Mon 8 Mar, 2004 08:15 am
Another world?



Learn to live
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Debacle
 
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Mon 8 Mar, 2004 12:42 pm
Same world, different perspective.
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