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So what.

Can't write anything.

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Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

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= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors

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I am a Blue Star Mother

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

= Ralph Waldo Emerson =

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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Contributor to

American Cemetery

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A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks
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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

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~ RIP JAVIER ~

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Simple. Easy To Remember.

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Monday
Nov142011

Thanks be to God

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 I do not thank Thee, Lord,

That I have bread to eat while others starve;

Nor yet for work to do

While empty hands solicit Heaven;

Nor for a body strong

While other bodies flatten beds of pain.

No, not for these do I give thanks!


But I am grateful, Lord,

Because my meager loaf I may divide;

For that my busy hands

May move to meet another's need;

Because my doubled strength

I may expend to steady one who faints.

Yes, for all these do I give thanks!


For heart to share, desire to bear

And will to lift,

Flamed into one by deathless Love --

Thanks be to God for this!

Unspeakable! His gift!

~by Janie Alford~

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Happy Nearly Thanksgiving!

Friday
Nov112011

In Memoriam

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.

No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn nor screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.

Their shriveled swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.

The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.

Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps the great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe,
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew well the watchword of that day
Was "Victory or death!"

Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O'er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the gory tide;
Not long, our stout old chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.

Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyr's grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nation's flag to save.
By rivers of their father's gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.

For many a mother's breath has swept
O'er Angostura's plain --
And long the pitying sky has wept
Above its moldered slain.
The raven's scream, or eagle's flight,
Or shepherd's pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned o'er that dread fray.

Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air.
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil --
The ashes of her brave.

Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes sepulcher.

Rest on embalmed and sainted dead!
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep shall here tread
The herbage of your grave;
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her records keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.

Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanquished ago has flown,
The story how ye fell;
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor Time's remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.


The Bivouac of the Dead by Theodore O'Hara

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Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.


Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.


Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.


Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.


From In Memoriam A.H.H. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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Photographed at National Cemetery, Knoxville, Tennessee

October 22, 2011

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Thursday
Nov102011

If you're free to watch this, thank a veteran

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I am proud and grateful to be a Blue Star Mother.

 

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Monday
Nov072011

You can hear a pin drop

So I admit to being mildly attached to Pinterest. I am not addicted! I can stop anytime I want.

For the uninitiated, Pinterest is a virtual bulletin board where people "pin" everything from recipes to inspirational quotes to decorating ideas to beauty hints to crafting techniques to impossibly cute pictures of babies and puppies.

I like it because there's so much information and you can see it at a glance, and your eye is drawn to what appeals to you.

You weed out the nonsense by choosing to "follow" only the categorized pinboards of pinners whose tastes and interests reflect your own.

Like for example, I don't follow people who pin grotesque tattoo designs and proclaim them awesome.

Sometimes you get bogged down even in the pins you do follow, though.

I mean, for real, people. Do I truly need to know how to build a model of a molecule using only mini-marshmallows and toothpicks?

(Don't hit me Mari! You can't reach me from Michigan anyway.)

Or where to buy a green leather coin purse shaped like a hedgehog?

Or how to create ballerina tutu cupcakes?

For that matter, do I need to be bombarded with more cupcake recipes and designs than any one person could ever make or eat?

To be honest with you it has been nearly two years since I consumed a cupcake. It's probably been twenty years since I baked one. I don't miss them at all.

I can't even stand to watch Cupcake Wars on Food Network. Enough with the cupcakes already. As a society we are awash in cupcakes.

Let's move on. Just say no to the army of concept-themed, frosting-sludged cupcakes even now advancing on your consciousness.

In the pin featured above, I was reminded that I have exactly the same number of hours in a day as were awarded to the likes of Helen Keller, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo DaVinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.

Which might mean something if I'd been born blind and deaf, possessed the ability to sculpt the human form out of marble, was a Catholic nun, could come close to the mind-bending erudition of the greatest statesman in American history, or otherwise enjoyed the kind of intelligence that comes along roughly once a century.

But unlike the author of this pithy pinned remonstrance, at least I know how to spell the names "Teresa" and "Michelangelo."

I'll take it.

Every now and then when I click on Pinterest from an icon on my toolbar, it takes me a moment to realize I've been logged out and I'm drifting along in the "everything" stream.

Which means, I am seeing the pins of people I don't follow and would never follow. You know. The tramp stamp tattoo artists.

Sometimes I look anyway, scrolling down and glancing at pins to see if there's anything important.

You never know when another recipe for coq au vin may come in handy.

I don't do this often because invariably at some point I begin to do a slow boil. Such was the case late last week when, sick in bed, I was gazing upon Pinterest more than I would usually do.

This is what angered me:

Could you read that? I didn't think so. Here's what it says:

A teacher was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up but be careful not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they're sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully's another child, they may say they're sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home.

As far as I can tell, the only thing omitted from this treacly tale is the part where the students took turns petting the snow-white unicorn at recess, then stood in a circle holding hands and crooning I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing.

People. Listen up.

If teachers devoted more classroom time to the actual teaching of subjects like reading, vocabulary, spelling, grammar, writing (both penmanship and composition), arithmetic, geography, science, world and American history, art, music, and physical fitness, and spent the balance of the school day supervising their charges, the opportunities for bullying would decrease dramatically.

Give kids enough to say grace over, plus firm and consistent punishment when bullying does occur, and soon you won't have so much of a problem.

Maybe then we wouldn't be faced with the pathetic sentence structure, sub-par usage, and poor judgment (tell the sheet of PAPER they're sorry? REALLY?) demonstrated in the crumpled-paper story.

How about learning to drop the Y and add IES when you're rendering the word BULLIES in the context of this piece of writing? How about proofreading so you don't commit a flagrant error such as look at how scarred and dirty is was? Just an idea.

Kids have too much time on their hands for which they're not held accountable, and nature abhors a vacuum. The academic bar has been dropped so low, a flea could jump it without breaking a sweat. Boundaries are being removed almost daily, causing kids to be frustrated and angry.

Both at home and in the classroom, children and young people -- adults too -- need to be held to a higher standard. One that honors academic excellence, firm discipline, faith in God, love of country, obedience to parents, and self-respect.

When that is done you won't have to waste precious class time "teaching" a class "about bullying."

Kids are committing suicide over "cyber-bullying" and the consequences of "sexting" and yet parents continue to put the fancy phones into their children's hands and send them off to school.

Where they are forbidden to pray but are required to be "tolerant."

They do nothing when their daughter leaves the house dressed like an adolescent hooker and their son resembles a melting Gumby doll.

It is madness. Wise up, folks. Teenagers do not need smart phones. Period. They're not even smart enough to know how to dress themselves properly. They need guidance and boundaries and discipline, not technology.

They don't need Facebook. They don't need texting. They need textbooks. And homework, and chores, and time spent with their family going on long walks to look at flowers and butterflies, or watching a John Wayne movie.

The liberal Kool-Aid administered by intravenous drip starts when kids are barely out of diapers. While doing research for this post, my eye fell on this pin:

Oh no. Make it stop.

People.

If you feel the need to paint I LOVE YOU on a chair your child is made to sit in when they've disobeyed, I seriously question your love for that child. I think who you really love is yourself.

If you love your child, they will know it. It's easier to hide a serving of broccoli in a glass of milk than to disguise your true love for someone.

And among the best ways to make your child secure in the knowledge that you love them is not to provide a time-out chair for when they've done wrong, but to spank them when they've done wrong.

(My parents would've been very amused at the concept of time out. They took time out to whip me when I misbehaved. Afterward, no apologies were offered or expected. I'm a better person for it.)

But before you have a case of the fantods over my having typed the "S" word, quick! Click out! Gallop back into the bosom of secular humanism where touchy-feely smarmfests rule the day and corporal punishment is on a par with using baby hamsters as hockey pucks!

Do it immediately, before -- God forbid! -- you become infected with old-fashioned traditional morality-based conservatism that regards children as unique individuals to be lovingly, prayerfully molded into conscientious adults, but which refuses to worship them.

After TG and I had spanked our children a few times -- properly, not in anger but in love -- we found we could pin them with not much more than a look or a well-placed syllable.

"No" worked well.

Nevertheless, sometimes just to stay in practice I still remind Andrew that I brought him into this world and I can take him right on out.

He always smiles. That's because he knows I love him.

Friday
Nov042011

SkyWatch Friday: Beauty crowds me

Thomas Wolfe's "Look Homeward, Angel" photographed by Jennifer Weber on October 23, 2011 at Oakdale Cemetery, Hendersonville, North Carolina. Hat tip: Glenda Leah Emerson.

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Beauty crowds me till I die

Beauty mercy have on me

But if I expire today

Let it be in sight of thee --

by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

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