Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Empathic Civilisation


Changing Education Paradigms

Martin L. Cowen III

 There Is No Gene for the Human Spirit

German photographer - Laoen


Mother I Love You

I found this again on YouTube after a couple years.   We recorded it as our mothers day present to our moms since we were away at school.

I just had to share this

So, today one of my Brazilian mission companions added me as a friend on Facebook and we started chatting for a bit.  It was good, but here is a quick look at how the conversation ended.  Enjoy!

Me 5:34pm
sim. entao tenho q ir, mas foi bom falar com vc um pouco. se quide e vou falar com vc outro dia. (yeah.  hey so, i have to go, but it was good to talk to you a little.  take care and we will talk another day)

My Brazilian friend 5:34pm
beleza !!!! até mais meu amigo (Awesome !!!!  until then my friend)

Me 5:34pm
abraco (a hug)
ate (until then)

My Brazilian friend 5:34pm
kisses in your butt

So, I'm guessing he meant kiss my butt, but kind of forgot how it went.

Winston Churchill

Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential.

Sunday, December 26, 2010


Participate in something real and truly beneficial.  www.kiva.org is an amazing organization and idea, and this talk is an incredible reminder of peoples potentials and our own potential to bless our world.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Carol Nelson

Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home. 


I love this song so much.  It's a hauntingly beautiful song and Ray LaMontagne's thick gruff voice works so well.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

A pic I took of the Arch in St. Louis with a filter from the app Instagram.


I did this in the middle of the night after being sick, but i still kinda like it.

Line from the movie Ondine

Misery is easy.  Happiness you have to work at.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

One of my favorite poems

The Bean Eaters  
by Gwendolyn Brooks

They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, 
Tin flatware.

Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.

And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
          is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths,
          tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Damien Rice

Good eyes, see nothing to shoot
Good feet, feel good, givin' up good boots