Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Sonnet 43 from a PC Geek point of view

How do I love PC ( Windows)? Let me count the ways.
I love PC to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love PC to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love PC freely, as men strive for right;
I love PC purely, as they turn from praise.
I love PC with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love PC with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love PC with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love PC better after death.

Joking with Windows, I am married into...
( Atari OS was my first girl friend, but Windows is my wife. A little sense of humor for PC lovers. I said PC because it rhymes better with Thee, but I wanted to point to Microsoft Windows.)

A computer geek should be loyal to one operating system just like a true man is married to one wife and one wife only.  Humor with some truth in it.

I admit using Google laptop ( a brother in Christ) and times to times Mac OS ( a sister in Christ)... Hope you are on the same page than my humor...

Below: in love with the operating system -not PC... We go through downs and ups in our relationship, but we stay together ( Vista was not good, nor currently Windows 8.1. Hopefully, the next season for us will be better: Windows 10, a new chapter in our relationship. We will renew our vows for each other.)





Monday, February 9, 2015

Joke about King Solomon and his wisdom

Two women came before wise King Solomon, dragging between them a young man in a three-piece suit.

"This young CPA agreed to marry my daughter," said the first one.

"No! He agreed to marry MY daughter," said the other.

And so they haggled before the King, until he demanded silence. "My sword! Bring me my biggest sword," said Solomon, "and we shall cut the young man in half. Each of you shall receive a half."

"Fine. Sounds good to me," said the first lady.

But the other woman said, "Oh Sire, do not spill innocent blood. Let this other woman's daughter marry him."

The wise king did not hesitate a moment. "Indeed, the accountant must marry the first lady's daughter," he proclaimed.

"But she was willing to hack him in two!" exclaimed the king's court.

"Precisely!" said wise King Solomon. "That shows she is the TRUE mother-in-law."

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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Saturday, January 10, 2015

MADELEINE ALBRIGHT'S ACCEPTANCE SPEECH OF





Summary of the secretary's speech:

As for my father, he used to cite a contrast. He said that, in Europe, people would say to refugees, “We are sorry for your troubles and hope that you have everything you need; by the way, when will you be leaving to go back home?” 
But in America, people said to refugees: “We are sorry for your troubles and hope that you have everything you need; by the way, when will you become a citizen?”

MADELEINE ALBRIGHT'S ACCEPTANCE SPEECH OF 
THE 2013 SYLVANUS THAYER AWARD
WEST POINT, NEW YORK
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2013


Thank you so much, Col. McClure and the Association of Graduates, and Gen. Caslen. Good evening to you all. I am delighted to be back at West Point, grateful for your warm welcome, and deeply honored to receive the Thayer award. The list of previous recipients is an extraordinary one that includes many people who once held high office or otherwise achieved fame. But looking down the list, I know that if I had to choose a single companion to watch my back, it would be the winner of this award in 2002 – "the American Soldier".
I say that, in part, because of where I was born – and when. Like many Americans, I did not begin life in the United States. Instead, I entered the world in Czechoslovakia only a few months before Hitler’s troops marched into that country’s capital city of Prague. My father was a diplomat at the time and subject to arrest by the Nazis. So my parents and I fled to England, which is where we spent World War II. Among my first memories are those of sitting with our neighbors during air raids, huddled together in a shelter while enemy bombers flew overhead, waiting for the “all clear” to sound. Our anxieties were heightened because the war in Europe had not begun well and it seemed that we – who had found refuge in Great Britain – might be left to fight alone. But then, one day, wonderful news came from across the sea. A brave army had answered the call and was on its way to rescue freedom. Soon, the Yank soldiers arrived, bringing with them their boundless energy, confident wisecracks, and jaunty way of walking. On the streets of British cities and towns, the children trailed along behind, shouting “Hey Joe” and asking in a plaintive voice: “Got any gum, chum?” Then, in early June, the troops were suddenly nowhere to be seen; Operation Overlord, the largest amphibian landing in history, had been launched. In the months that followed, almost an entire continent lost to evil had to be taken back village by village, hill by hill. It was an assault carried out against dug-in positions, amid rain and mud and blood and darkness, winnable only through unbelievable courage and at unbearable loss. In those days, the entire spectrum of human possibility was on display, from the soulless horror of Buchenwald and Auschwitz to the selfless bravery of allied warriors. My father was head of broadcasting for the Czechoslovak government-in-exile; and as the fighting progressed, he reported each breakthrough to the millions of people back home -- secretly listening in cellars and attics. Meanwhile I celebrated -- and for the first but not last time -- fell in love with Americans in uniform.
I was just eight years old when the war ended and we returned to Prague. Because the fighting was over, my parents and I did our best to settle in and resume a normal life. But within a couple of years, the government of Czechoslovakia was taken over by Communists. Once again, my family was forced into exile, this time sailing across the ocean to a new and welcoming home. I will always be grateful for the warm reception we received and for the opportunity I had to grow up in a country that cherished freedom. For as long as she lived, my mother used to call me on the Fourth of July and want to know whether her grandchildren were singing patriotic songs. As for my father, he used to cite a contrast. He said that, in Europe, people would say to refugees, “We are sorry for your troubles and hope that you have everything you need; by the way, when will you be leaving to go back home?” But in America, people said to refugees: “We are sorry for your troubles and hope that you have everything you need; by the way, when will you become a citizen?”
You cannot imagine how privileged I felt when, as secretary of state, I flew to important meetings on a plane bearing the proud title: United States of America. While in office, I seized every opportunity I had to visit with our soldiers, sailors, and aviators who were stationed overseas. Like the cadets at this academy, these were men and women from across our land, representing every variety of background, race, color, and creed. I was impressed by their enthusiasm and commitment, whether their assignments were in Europe, the Balkans, the Arabian Peninsula, or East Asia. When sitting with these soldiers, I never heard a single complaint -- well, perhaps that’s not quite true. After all, just because someone is in the Army doesn’t mean they’re too shy to speak up. And yet the most frequent concern those young people shared had nothing to do with personal comfort; it was the fear that folks back home didn’t really understand how important their mission was – or how much good they were doing on behalf of the United States. I was deeply troubled by this – and saw in it a reflection of the era in which we live.
As I’m sure most of you know, back in 1962, the Thayer award recipient delivered one of the most moving speeches in American history. To General Douglas MacArthur, the motto “Duty, Honor, Country,” conjured up transcendent images of battlefield valor; images that were fresh in the minds not only of his immediate audience, but of Americans everywhere and of freedom-loving people across the globe. But since MacArthur spoke, more than five decades have elapsed. In that time, the two world wars and Korea have receded in memory, as first Vietnam, then the Persian Gulf, then Afghanistan, then Iraq again, then Afghanistan again, moved to the fore. Meanwhile the technology of warfare has changed, and so have the tactics; the enemy now strives to remain invisible and the means that it uses are unconventional. MacArthur spoke of the Army in heroic terms, but these do not always feel like heroic times. Our recent military engagements have played out against a complicated political backdrop, tinged with religious and cultural tension, questioning allies, less than conclusive results, and an American public that often seems disengaged. Every few weeks, our newspapers do a service by publishing pictures of the fallen, reminding us that each day our fighting men and women – many on their third or fourth or fifth deployments – are still being wounded, maimed and killed. As one citizen, I acknowledge an enormous debt from me to you and to all who have chosen to contribute their energy and talents to the armed forces of our country. That debt extends, and especially so, to our veterans, many bearing permanent scars of battle, and meriting a permanent place of honor in our collective memory and in our hearts.
And yet as I stand here, in the fall of 2013, I ask myself how well that debt is being re-paid. It seems to me that, if we are to protect the security and prosperity of our country, we should put an end to partisan squabbling, do a little arithmetic, and develop a unified and lasting approach to the federal budget. I came up today from Washington, and after reviewing your amazing parade, I feel like saying when I get back, to those in our Capitol - these young men and women deserve better. In the process, we should invest first of all in the education of our young people so that they will be able, when of age, to meet the demands that modern military service and the global marketplace require. We must also ensure that our fighting men and women have leadership, training, and equipment second to none; and that our military families are treated with the respect they deserve – before, during, and after the fighting is done.
Finally, we have to resist the suggestion heard more and more often that we Americans need not bother about problems overseas -- and that if we just mind our own business, nothing like Pearl Harbor or 9/11 will ever happen again. Here at West Point, cadets are taught about engineering and mathematics, history and science, but above all, you learn about the qualities demanded of a leader. So I suspect that I do not have to tell you that American leadership is still needed in the world today. Past lessons inform us that we cannot allow our country to become tired; we can’t turn our backs on our responsibilities; we can’t pretend that we are not the United States.
America remains the only nation blessed with the power to lead and the ideals to do so in a direction that most of the world would prefer to go – towards fulfillment of that singular pledge: liberty and justice for all. It’s true that the siren song of isolation will always have appeal for us, as it has, in varied form, to all people. It would be comforting to believe that we can wall ourselves off from the ailments of the world; or that if we but refrain from giving offense, we will never be attacked – but these are illusions. We cannot build our security on wishes; the survival of freedom depends on our vigilance, readiness, and strength. Make no mistake, history did not end in the fabled woods of the Ardennes or on the beach at Iwo Jima; it did not end when the Berlin Wall crumbled, Saddam Hussein was toppled, or Osama bin Laden was killed.
Each generation is tested and each must choose; between appeasement and preparedness; complacency and victory. Today, we are embattled on many fronts. Al Qaeda and its affiliates have been weakened, but will remain a threat as long as receptive ears are found for their poison and the gullible can be persuaded that murderers are martyrs. In Afghanistan, our intervention is winding down, but dangers persist because, in an unconventional war in an untamed land, finding the right path out is often more perilous than plunging in. In Syria, a devastating civil war threatens to devour an entire region, forcing us to be involved but with no clear guideposts to the stable, peaceful and democratic country we would like to see. In southwest Asia, we are trying to determine whether or not Iran's military has developed nuclear weapons; while in East Asia, North Korea already has. China and Russia are once again rising nations, each with its own ambitions and agenda; we have shared interests but also mutual suspicions and cannot be sure what the future will bring. Meanwhile, from Cairo and Kiev to Caracas and Harare, the historic confrontation between democracy and autocracy has been renewed.
Upon graduating from this academy, you will enter into an era of permanent struggle, not simply between good and evil, but often involving forces that do not rightly understand the connection between what they do and what they seek; forces that are driven -- as in the Middle East -- by ancient rivalries, mutual fears, the lack of economic opportunity, the quest for personal identity, and the passionate but mindless search for revenge. In this environment, our armed forces will be called on to defend our country in ways that demand a versatile array of skills and a range of knowledge even more far-reaching than in the past. Because our enemies have long term strategies, we have to make long term commitments. Because our adversaries rely on a popular base, we must integrate our military initiatives with dependable alliances, effective diplomacy, the mastery of electronic communications, and civilian programs that work. Because unforeseen events can transform the globe overnight, we must be prepared for a variety of contingencies – including those involving the growing area of gray between peace and war.And because no clash is more pivotal than the battle of ideas, we must remain true to our own best traditions.
The truth is that every action entails risk, but so does every decision to refrain from acting. No one understands this better than the US Army – where overcoming hardships has always been a way of life. The world is constantly changing and the Army has changed with it. But what matters even more is what has not changed – the excellence of this academy; your sense of honor as future leaders; your confidence in yourselves and in each other; and your love for the United States of America. The U.S. Army – past, present, and future – is without question The Strength of our Nation and – let me say again as one American – I am truly grateful.
In closing, I ask you always to remember that even before the United States was a country; it was an idea! We are the inheritors of a tradition that dates back not to the courtly intrigues of inbred royalty or to the greedy ambitions of empire, but to the architects of "Human Liberty". We believe in the rights and responsibilities of the individual and in the power of each of us to make a difference. We place our faith in a democratic system backed by the energy, ingenuity and courage of a free people. And we find our inspiration in the heroes who have fought our nation’s battles – and kept our Army rolling along -- from Valley Forge and Gettysburg to Omaha Beach and Kandahar. More than six decades have elapsed since I first came to these shores. But I have not forgotten the fundamental lesson taught to me by my parents. And that is to honor and value American ideals, and never take for granted the privilege of living in the world’s greatest democracy. To every member of the West Point family who is here tonight, let me say that for all you have done for our country in the past, I applaud you. For all you are now doing and will do in the future, I salute you. And for your warm welcome and kind attention here this evening, I thank you very much.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Trees

"For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness."
— Hermann Hesse (Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte)














Sunday, October 12, 2014

What do you think of this?




INSTALLING LOVE

Tech Support: Yes, Ma'am.... how can I help you?

Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love.
Can you guide me though the process?

Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?

Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I
do first?

Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located
your Heart, ma'am?

Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it
okay to install Love while they are running?

Tech Support: What programs are running, ma'am?

Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and
Resentment running right now.

Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your
current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it
will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low
Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you
have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent
Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off, ma'am?

Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

Tech Support : With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness.
Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been
completely erased.

Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?

Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You
need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.

Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program
not run on external components ." What should I do?

Tech Support: Don't worry, ma'am. It means that the Love program is set
up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In
non- technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you
can Love others.

Customer: So, what should I do?

Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following
files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.

Customer: Okay, done.

Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will
overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming.
Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and
empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes
back.

Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is
playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all
over My Heart. Is this normal?

Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually
everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running.
One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and
its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with
others and return some cool modules back to you.

Customer: Thank you, God.

-- Author Unknown

Sunday, October 5, 2014

The Peril of No Burden

The Peril of No Burden

By Horace Wimpey

Shortly after coming to Christ, Sadhu Sundar, a Hindu convert to Christ, felt called to become a missionary to India. Late one afternoon Sadhu was traveling on foot through the Himalayas with a Buddhist monk. It was bitterly cold and the wind felt like sharp blades slicing into Sadhu's skin. Night was approaching fast when the monk warned Sadhu that they were in danger of freezing to death if they did not reach the monastery before darkness fell.

Just as they were traversing a narrow path above a steep cliff, they heard a cry for help. Down the cliff lay a man, fallen and badly hurt. The monk looked at Sadhu and said, "Do not stop. God has brought this man to his fate. He must work it out for himself." The then quickly added while walking on, "Let us hurry on before we too, perish."

But Sadhu replied, "God has sent me here to help my brother. I cannot abandon him."

The monk continued trudging off through the whirling snow, while the missionary clambered down the steep embankment. The man's leg was broken and he could not walk. So Sadhu took his blanket and made a sling of it and tied the man on his back. Then, bending under his burden, he began a body-torturing climb. By the time he reached the narrow path again, he was drenched in perspiration.

Doggedly, he made his way through the deepening snow and darkness. It was all he could do to follow the path. But he persevered, though faint with fatigue and overheated from exertion. Finally he saw ahead the lights of the monastery.
Then, for the first time, Sadhu stumbled and nearly fell. But not from weakness. He had stumbled over an object lying in the snow-covered road. Slowly he bent down on one knee and brushed the snow off the object. It was the body of the monk, frozen to death.

Years later a disciple of Sadhu's asked him, "What is life's most difficult task?"

Without hesitation Sadhu replied: "To have no burden to carry."