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I found this short essay while searching for a Frost poem that I at first thought unrelated to the essays subject. The essay and my thoughts under the cut.
( We prefer Northern American... )
J
( We prefer Northern American... )
J
Nov. 11th, 2005
Your daily deep thought
Nov. 11th, 2005 10:53 am"He who imitates what is evil always goes beyond the example that is set; on the contrary, he who imitates what is good always falls short."
(Francesco Guicciardini, 1483-1540)
(Francesco Guicciardini, 1483-1540)
Your daily joke
Nov. 11th, 2005 10:53 amWrong Email Address
The Gallaghers, a couple from Minneapolis, decided to go to Florida during the icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.
Both husband and wife had hectic schedules and it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. The husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday while his wife planned to fly down the day after.
Mr. Gallagher checked into the hotel and decided to send an email to his wife. But in typing he accidentally left out one letter in her email address. Without realizing his error, he sent the email.Meanwhile, in Houston, the widow Gallager returned home from her husband's funeral. He had been a minister of many years, called home to glory following a sudden heart attack. The widow decided to check her email, expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she fainted.
The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Arrived
Date: February 5, 2004
I know you're surprised to hear from me. It’s amazing—they have computers here now and you can send emails to loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. Everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
Love,
Harry
P.S. Sure is hot down here!
The Gallaghers, a couple from Minneapolis, decided to go to Florida during the icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.
Both husband and wife had hectic schedules and it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. The husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday while his wife planned to fly down the day after.
Mr. Gallagher checked into the hotel and decided to send an email to his wife. But in typing he accidentally left out one letter in her email address. Without realizing his error, he sent the email.Meanwhile, in Houston, the widow Gallager returned home from her husband's funeral. He had been a minister of many years, called home to glory following a sudden heart attack. The widow decided to check her email, expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she fainted.
The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Arrived
Date: February 5, 2004
I know you're surprised to hear from me. It’s amazing—they have computers here now and you can send emails to loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. Everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
Love,
Harry
P.S. Sure is hot down here!
Happy Post Your Poem Day!
Nov. 11th, 2005 12:57 pmUPDATE: Whatup? Let's see those poems! Don't make me come after you...
Today is an LJ holiday! Post your poem. Don't feel like it? No good at writing poetry? Need I remind you that ninja train to strike deadly peer-pressure points?!
Write a new one, or show us the one that earned you some award, won/lost you your lover, or just grab your journal from junior high (you know, the one in the box in your attic/closet/under your bed that you keep to remember how that time in your life was so awesome/terrible) and post one of those mopey bad boys for all the world to see.
Like to write teen-girl angst poetry? Shoot!
Want to verse about puppies and flowers? You can, Marzipan!
Really good and want to show off for all the people who read your LJ? Don't screw up!
Anyway, if you read this post you gotta post an original poem on your LJ. Don't have an LJ? Just post one in my comments section. No requirements. Haiku, Free Form, Lymeric (woot!), Stanza, Iambic Pentagonal, Florentine, whatever!
I'll show you mine.
( Sweet poem skills! )
Now show me yours! Post these instructions (or a similar set with less '!'s, whatever) and maybe leave a comment to support PYPD (pronounced "pipped").
J
P.S. If you happen upon this post a day or two (or three) after Post Your Poem Day, be a wordsmith anway. Remember, your a poet, and you don't know it, but your feet show it; they're Longfellows.
Now go crazygonuts!
Today is an LJ holiday! Post your poem. Don't feel like it? No good at writing poetry? Need I remind you that ninja train to strike deadly peer-pressure points?!
Write a new one, or show us the one that earned you some award, won/lost you your lover, or just grab your journal from junior high (you know, the one in the box in your attic/closet/under your bed that you keep to remember how that time in your life was so awesome/terrible) and post one of those mopey bad boys for all the world to see.
Like to write teen-girl angst poetry? Shoot!
Want to verse about puppies and flowers? You can, Marzipan!
Really good and want to show off for all the people who read your LJ? Don't screw up!
Anyway, if you read this post you gotta post an original poem on your LJ. Don't have an LJ? Just post one in my comments section. No requirements. Haiku, Free Form, Lymeric (woot!), Stanza, Iambic Pentagonal, Florentine, whatever!
I'll show you mine.
( Sweet poem skills! )
Now show me yours! Post these instructions (or a similar set with less '!'s, whatever) and maybe leave a comment to support PYPD (pronounced "pipped").
J
P.S. If you happen upon this post a day or two (or three) after Post Your Poem Day, be a wordsmith anway. Remember, your a poet, and you don't know it, but your feet show it; they're Longfellows.
Now go crazygonuts!