Friday, April 23, 2010

MME BUTTERFLY

















I was looking for a song for the previous butterfly post and came across this one which
was too beautiful a story not to tell and deserving of its own post.
Mme Butterfly is a beautiful Opera by Puccini, first performed in 1898,
in La Scala, Milan. It's a true story, originating from Nagasaki, Japan.

Pinkerton is enchanted with this beautiful young geisha girl, Mme Butterfly
To him she projected innocence, grace, charm and beauty, like a fluttering butterfly.
He decided to marry her Japanese style.
The agreement is for 999 years, with a right to cancel the marriage at any time.

He was not serious about her. He toasted to their marriage and to the next one to follow
which would be a real marriage, to an American girl.
Butterfly told every one she loved Pinkerton. She went and renounced her Buddhist belief to
take on her husband's to be, religion. When her family and friends found out they
cursed and disowned her.
Pinkerton married her and then left her to go overseas where he married again.
Butterfly waited 3 years and the money was running out but she believed in her husband
and rejected other mens advances.
She had a boy she named Sorrow, until his Father returned and then he would be named Joy

Pinkerton returned and he was told of his son with Butterfly and that Butterfly believed in their marriage.
and that he should not have played with her this way. He said he would take the boy but not Butterfly.
Butterfly said if he wants the boy, he will have to come himself to get him and she would rather die
than remarry or become a geisha again.
She went to her Buddha and prayed, then took her Fathers blade which had an inscription
on it: Who cannot live with honor, must die with honor.
She stabs herself, comes out to her son, kisses him and dies, as Pinkerton enters.

World's Rarest Butterfly




Palos Verdes Blue Butterfly = San Pedro, California,
is on the endangered species list because of over development.
It uses loco weed as a larval food plant.

he flight and reproductive period lasts from January to May.They are non-migratory and very particular in their use of larval foodplants, which is why a stable environment is required for them to survive. The Palos Verdes Blue's adult lifespan is only five days.
It takes a lot of love and care to raise them.

They are not as strong as the Monarch Butterfly which migrates from Canada all the way down into Mexico. It takes them three generations to do this.

Singapore has a butterfly and moth museum on Sentosa Island and I've seen some that were about a foot wide. It is such a pleasure to walk inside their butterfly building full of vegetation and be surrounded by these beauties flying all around you.
It's sorta like being in fairy land.
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What's the biggest moth in the world ? A mammoth !
Why was the moth so unpopular ? He kept picking holes in everything !
What pillar doesn't need holding up ? A caterpillar .
What does a cat go to sleep on ? A caterpillow

What's green and dangerous ?
A caterpillar with a bad temper !
What does a caterpillar do on
New Years Day ? Turns over a new leaf !

Daffy-nition of a caterpillar:
A worm in a fur coat !

What has stripes and pulls a tractor ? A caterpillar tractor
What do you call a bug dance? A moth ball!

Why was the little insect crying?
It wanted it's moth-er!
How are caterpillars and babies alike? They both creep and crawl!
:)

Thursday, April 22, 2010

LIMPOPO, LIMPOPO, LIMPOPO

Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo

A name I remember from a famous Russian fable by Chukovsky, Dr Aybolit, who

took youngsters to the darkest

Africa,Limpopo.

Dr Aybolit ( dr it hurts terribly) would come to rescue

animals in distress.

His archrival was the horrible Barmaley .

This was a huge crocodile who every one feared

because he ate everyone. He looked something like the crocodile

in Peter Pans' story who ate the Pirates’ hand and then kept stocking him.

I remembered this story, which I read over and over again with

wide open eyes as a child, when I came across

Limpopo, in South Africa.

I cheered for Dr Aybolit simply because of his name

It sounded painful and it kept your attention focused on him

His life was about helping to remove pain.

He was a savior, a hero, who would trek through all kind of danger,

not fearing for his own life, with Barmaley in hot in pursuit.

Dr. Aybolit was a meak little man who wore thick glasses and was highly unqualified to trek through dangerous Africa.

Dr Aybolit can be compared to todays’

Dr. DooLittle who also talks to animals.

The author Chukovsky, was a good friend of our famous and glorious, Dr Seuss

who still keeps children fighting over his books in school Libraries.Is it no wonder their writing styles are so similar and so popular all over the world?


My fav Quotes by Dr seuss:


“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”


“A person's a person, no matter how small.”
~Dr seuss



Brussels in Bloom


A Carpet of Begonias to lay at your feet.
A Garden so fragrant it makes you weep
The love of an artist to create such a scene
A wonder of wonders
A sight for sore eyes.
:)ALADY"S LIFE


Two friars are having trouble paying off the belfry, so they open a florist shop.

Everyone wants to buy flowers from the men of God so business is quickly booming.
The florist across town sees a huge drop in sales and asks the two friars to close their shop,
but they refuse.

A month later the florist begs the friars to close because he’s having trouble feeding his family.
Again, they refuse, so the florist hires Hugh McTaggert.
Hugh is the roughest, toughest thug in town and is hired to “persuade” the friars to close.
Hugh asks the friars to close their florist shop.
When they refuse, he threatens to beat the crap out of them and wreck their shop every day they remain open, so they close.
This proves once again that Hugh and only Hugh can prevent florist friars. ~ Paul
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Grass is just a flower bed in waiting
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Why do melons have fancy weddings? Because they cantaloupe.

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How to stop a dog from digging in a garden. Start right! Never let the dog see you digging . . . Doggy see, doggy do
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The best way to garden is to put on a wide brimmed straw hat and some old clothes. And with a hoe in one hand and a cold drink in the other, tell somebody else where to dig.

Gardening Rule:
When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed
and not a valuable plant is to pull on it.
If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant. ~ Joan



Philosophy of Liberty - Wildest Adventure




I came upon this book called The Wildest Adventure:
Metal and Ice in Patagonia by Abigail King.
She is a travel writer who dared to venture through this,
what I would say, a world of worlds, where breath taking
pictures like this could be taken.
Its a frozen solitary world and yet I am sure if scientists
had their way they would find life where we never thought
possible.
This writer's back ground is medical so she might have
things up her sleeve she might not be telling us.

Patagonia is part of the Andes Mountains and located in
the areas of Argentina and Chile. Its supposed to be a plateau
area.
The word itself comes from the word Patagon a name they gave
to a native people, Magellan, a Spaniard, thought to be giants.
In actuality they were only 5'11'' but Spanish people were
short in those days.
I believe in the olden days many people must have been short because the old
forts we visit in Canada have very narrow steps which require
small feet.
I thought this book was worth mentioning because of this particular shot.
Well done to the photographer. I am cold just looking at it.
So majestic and pure.It must have been no small feat to get
his camera gear up there.

This clip I thought was worth watching as well.



Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Believe


What should we believe in
if there is nothing to believe?
I asked the wisest man I knew
My Grandpa Steve
He'd like to sit and ponder
The where for's and the why's
And with these simple words
He made me understand.

Believe in HAPPINESS, so it can find you
Believe in LOVE, so the sun shines
Believe in the FUTURE, for that's where you're headed
Believe in EDUCATION, so you can survive

and the last and most important thing of all he said was

Believe in YOURSELF, because the greatest strength,
is what you find inside.

Now I sit by this river and I watch it flow
And I keep asking myself, where does it go?
And as I sit here, I ponder the where for's and why's
I wish I could still ask the most wisest of guys.
:)ALADY'SLIFE


Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love a Spanish Romeo and Juliet Tragedy

Lovers of Turiel were from the families of Marcillo and Segara.

The children, Isabel and Diego, grew up together and wanted to marry.
Diego could not afford married life, so it was agreed to hold off marrying Isabel for five
years, so he could amass some wealth. Diego left for sea and came back
a wealthy man,
minutes after the wedding of his beloved Isabel.
That night he came to her and asked her to kiss him because he was dying
She refused, being married, and saw him fall at her feet dead.
She told her husband who was infuriated she did not kiss him.
He was afraid to be blamed for Diego's death.
At the funeral, Isabel came in her wedding dress.
She kissed her true love Diego and fell over his body, dead.
They lie in Spain for all to see , a Spanish Romeo and Juliet Tragedy.
Although their hands seem to be touching, they are not, because after all, she was already married.

"You don't marry someone you can live with - you marry the person who you cannot live without."
-unknown

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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I'm Sorry


I am sorry for tragedy
I am sorry for war
I am sorry for abuse
I am sorry for death
I am sorry for pain
I am sorry for ugliness
I am sorry for divorce
I am sorry for drugs
I am sorry for hate
I am sorry for everything
But......I am not sorry for Love.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

Bertrand Russell:

Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.




TOMORROW






If you don't speak............some one else will

If you don't teach............someone else will
If you don't lead.............someone else will
If you don't love.............someone else will
If you don't laugh............someone else will
If you don't marry............someone else will
If you don't decide...........someone else will
If you don't take credit .....someone else will
Such is Life......It waits for no one.:)
ALADY'SLIFE


A Little Birdie Told Me

William Blake

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care,
but for another gives its ease,
and builds a heaven in hell's despair.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Sun Rise Sun Set


The Blue Hanky




Inside a pale blue hanky
lay our vows of love
Picked on a hillside
Two Blue Heart mountain flowers
Your face was flushed and joyful
I knew you were the one
The one who would love me
Forever in the sun

I stole the pale blue hanky and made you search in vain
And you came home unhappy
And cried that it was gone.

Inside a pale blue hanky
Lay our vows of love
Picked on a hillside
Two Blue Heart mountain flowers
I stole the pale blue hanky
and brought it home that day
To add to it a diamond ring
Engraved with your own name

My love is like this diamond
Emitting radiant light
So you can find me in the darkness
Of the blackest night
The vows of love are given
For people to know joy
The Blue Heart Mountain flowers
Are two hearts on a hillside.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

Ralph Waldo Emerson
A man is a little thing when he works by and for himself; but when he gives voice to the rules of love and justice, he is godlike.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Does It Matter?

Matrix 2004 Acrylic on canvas
Daniele Jaquillard
Lyrics by Gerard Manset


“Wait until life takes you in its hands and that your fist breaks against his

But never forget that time will change you.

No never forget.”

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Does It Matter?

Her life trepidated

Into some diatribe innuendo

Of risqué double entendre behavior

She was the talk of the town

A garde nouveau,

A star, arched and tense,

Caught in a new strung bow.

She was ready to fling its' flinted arrow,

To explode in a deep dark sky,

Illuminating all the unsuspecting idols

Waiting down below.

The more she licked the wounds of dying gladiators,

The more destiny shielded her.


At home,

Her eyes flooded slowly

With unbearable suffering,

For what she had done and achieved,

Was it... just... fair?

It didn’t matter.

It was a flow of life

Beyond her control

And the deed was done.

ALADY'SLIFE

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The poem is about being responsible for your words and actions

Which speaks mountains.

The poem asks Does it Matter?

Yes it does but caught in the flow of life and demands

People say and do things they have no control over

Life is not about being just or fair and once Pandora’s box is open

There is no going back.


Tom Robbins
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.


Do You Remember Me?




Do you remember me
The tenderness we shared
A child, I slept between your arms
And felt your warm breath upon my brow

Our secret love was a chance meeting
That carved a sweet memory deep within my soul
We could blame the rain, the loneliness
If it were not for recognizing each other,
not quite as strangers, from the past

Do you remember me?
Your blue eyes melted all my misery
Your veiled gaze floated me out of my skin
I was adrift in a warm salty sea
To horizons I have never been

Do you remember me? My brain
Pulsating like soldering volcano lava
I never knew your name
But your simple touch drove me insanity

I know I did enchant you as you did me
So Tell me why you left
You must have felt as deeply
I can’t believe that you did not

Was it the hand of destiny
That we had to part
Or was I a student of your charms
A fleeting passing moment…….
I think not.
ALADY'SLIFE

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Rainer Maria Rilke
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Educated Guess

Our Lamaze class included a tour of the pediatric wing of the hospital. When a new baby was brought into the nursery, all the women tried to guess its weight, but the guy standing next to me was the only male to venture a number.

"Looks like 9 pounds," he offered confidently.

"This must not be your first," I said.

"Oh, yes," he said. "It's my first."

"Then how would you know the weight of a baby?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm a fisherman

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Precious Gypsy

Precious Gypsy Sing your song

Tap Dance to the melody

Never mind who lives or dies

We’ll drink to prosperity

You left me shaking at the gate

Wilted bouquet crying

I don’t know how long I stood

In misery sighing

You tore the strings of my guitar,

I will never play it

You left a fire in my heart

I will not deny it

Today I play a violin

And your precious daughter dances

She asks me where her Mommy is

I say, she’s travelling with Colossus

I since heard you’re alone again

The songs don’t last forever

Sometimes a gypsy hearts to blame

And sometimes it’s the choices

Precious gypsy sing your song

Of broken hearts and sadness

Remember I am still your friend though

You’re not the Goddess Isis.

:)ALADY'SLIFE

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This poem depicts a woman who feels claustrophobic being tied down to one place No ones to blame for her leaving. This man is still bitterly in love with her. She tore the strings to his guitar which symbolizes complete separation He is watching his beautiful daughter dance to the violin he now plays singing a sadder melody, to make her,one day, more powerful than her mother He tells her, her Mother is on a special mission with Colossus, built in honor of Helios A young Greek sun god who rises in the morning from the ocean and rides a chariot pulled by 4 horses in the sky He refers to his wife as not being Isis, a goddess of Egypt, also worshipped in the Greco Roman world, as an ideal Mother ,wife, matron of nature and magic.Both Mother and daughter will always be very precious to him.Which makes the story so much sadder.

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Francois de la Rochefoucauld
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.


Thursday, April 15, 2010

WHO DUN IT?



Who dun it?
It was not me.
Who ate it? Go look up the tree
Who threw it It was the wind
Who knew it? It never ends

The more you ask,
The less you know

Why bother asking anything at all?

The dog is deaf
The cats a sleep

The hubby's busy counting sheep

The kids are angels
Their fingers point
At empty spaces
Where there is no dirt

And here you are,
Carol Burnett
With buckets mops,
Hey, it's no sweat!

Just pile it on you invisible crones
Tomorrow I'll find you......

Cause nobody's home

:)ALADY'SLIFE

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Oh Carol, you are such a fool
Darlin he loves you
Though you can be cruel
you hurt him
And you make him cry
But if he leaves you
you will surely die


Grouch Giggles

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The ultimate in sarcasm known for his glasses nose and mustache
is Groucho Marx,
Born 1890 N.Y.
Performed at the Palace Theater, in comedy, with his brothers.,
Had 3 wives and made 26 movies
Died 1977 three days after Elvis Presley.

He was the subject of an urban legend about a supposed response to a contestant
who had over a dozen children which supposedly brought down the house.
In response to Marx asking in disbelief why she had so many children,
the contestant replied "I love my husband,"
to which Marx responded,
"I love my cigar, but I take it out once in a while."
Groucho often asserted in interviews that this exchange never took place

List of his Quotes:

I intend to live forever, or die trying.
I must confess, I was born at a very early age.
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception.
I read in the newspapers they are going to have 30 minutes of intellectual stuff on television every Monday from 7:30 to 8. to educate America.
They couldn't educate America if they started at 6:30.
I remember the first time I had sex - I kept the receipt.
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be.Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
I'm not feeling very well - I need a doctor immediately. Ring the nearest golf course.
I've got the brain of a four year old. I'll bet he was glad to be rid of it.
I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.
If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.
If you've heard this story before, don't stop me, because I'd like to hear it again.
In Hollywood, brides keep the bouquets and throw away the groom.

Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an institution?
My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
No man goes before his time - unless the boss leaves early.
One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.
. Politics doesn't make strange bedfellows - marriage does.
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book, and does.
She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.
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I guess you can say you can tell this book by its cover.
It has Groucho Marx written all over it
:)
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As we get older we sometimes begin to doubt our ability to "make a difference" in the world.

It is at these times that our hopes are boosted by the remarkable achievements of other "seniors" who have found the courage to take on challenges that would make many of us wither.

Harold is such a person.
He's often been asked: 'What do you old folks do now that you're retired?"

Well...I'm fortunate to have a chemical engineering background, and one of the things I enjoy most is turning beer, wine, Scotch, and margaritas into urine."


The Violated Rose



If Roses gave away their beauty
Violated and the thorns all torn
They just become some dried out flower
With head hung low in shame

If Roses gave away their glory
The majesty that perfumes the air
If they were torn and then uprooted
They would stand head hung low, in shame.

If Roses gave away their beauty
If they discarded their mystic way
They would become a common flower
To use to brighten up a day.

If Roses gave away their beauty
Loves symbol would be forever lost
For man would lose his art of romance
His heart of passion, for a prickly thorn.

If Roses lost their beauty
Love would be difficult to define
The garden is so full of flowers
But none, for a heart refined.

So men protect the Roses
Perfume your candles with their scent
Don’t touch the thorns
For they’ll prick your passions
Enrich your lives to the very end.

If Roses gave away their beauty
And grew without a thorny stem
They just become a forlorn flower
The death of passion and of love.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

This poem depicts the sanctity of love and how precious and delicate it is
The rose is not just any flower, its the one you choose to demonstrate your inner most feelings, prone to humiliation and pain. The thorns are to waken the passion you wish to live your life,
with the person of your choosing.The Rose must never be violated by the breaking of the thorns:)

Ralph Waldo Emerson
He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

I Am the Man


























A Better man I’ll be
A colossus of a lad

A Learned man I’ll be
Of the Antiochan clan

A Classier man I’ll be
A master of all trades

A Richer man I’ll be
A Plutarch of a sire

A Saner man I’ll be
For Nero’s I have known

A Married man I’ll be
The biggest miracle of all

I’ll be the man I’ll be

The day that I’ll be in it

And if that day should ever come
I’m prepared to overcome it.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

I guess he won't be nuttin lol
For every man there is a woman lol

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What's in a name?

The famous Olympic skier Picabo (pronounced Peek-A-Boo)

She is not just an athlete, she is a nurse.
She currently works in the
Intensive Care Unit of a large metropolitan hospital.
She is not permitted
to answer the telephone while she is at work, however.
It simply caused
too much confusion when she would answer the phone and say:

"Picabo, ICU

LIFE and MATURITY



Maturity

The look of innocence
From old eyes
That speak of spring
A tender smile
So knowing and kind
From lips that have once kissed deep
Drunk of life’s nectar and
Collected it for a winter’s day
Oh yes, La Boheme
Such as it was
An early bud
Pricked, torn
but still in bloom
Blue white and gold
Enshrined for all to see
Innocent in old blind eyes.
The spring of love still lives.
:)ALADY'SLIFE

Richard Bach
True love stories never have endings.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Calendar of Life's Circle of Life












This perfect flower with its yellow crown, shows, with its pollen and petals. how life inter laps and goes full circle.Moments in history also repeat themselves.:)
Click a Day to See Its Trivia

Monday, April 12, 2010

Galloping Gourmet

 
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I used to love the dashing Galloping Gourmet, otherwise known as Graham Kerr.

He always added wine to everything he cooked as well as drank it on the air and his nose would light up like
Rudolph the Red Nosed Rein Deer.
He was very entertaining and always invited a member of the audience to try out his dishes.

The names of his dishes were just as distinguishing as his show.
For example:

Colonial Goose: lamb stuffed with breading and herbs

La Tarte Piscine : peach tart with kirsch and almonds

Baby’s Head Pudding: beef kidneys and oysters

Maresan Matches : fish rolled in bacon with stuffed pastries.

Every day was a surprise in his kitchen until he had an accident which left him
temporarily paralyzed.

After he sobered up he got into healthier food recipes but his show was not as
funny and then he disappeared from television.

He did get some Emmy’s though
This is a short write up on him.

“In 1969, TV chef and cookbook author Graham Kerr made a splash with his show -- The Galloping Gourmet, seen by about 200 million viewers in 38 countries. His fondness for high-fat ingredients led Weight Watchers to brand him "The Most Dangerous Man in the World," but after he and his wife Treena became Christians, all that changed. Now, the Kerrs tell what they’re doing differently to improve their own health while saving money to feed the poor. ”


A Few Puns:


A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says:
"A beer please, and one for the road."
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I went to a seafood disco last week... and pulled a mussel.
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Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the
craft. Not surprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your
kayak and heat it too.
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Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this
taste funny to you?"

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Cooking a la King

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They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and watching Julia Child's movie certainly fits the bill. Her husband looked non too displeased.
I don't know if I would have the patience she did, over my stove.
You definitely need to love what you do and be an artiste with imagination.
Today we like 10 minute meals or meals on wheels. Not much time is spent on saturation of flavors.

After the movie I looked up her Beef Bourguignon recipe and could see why it turned out so nice
I have beef marinating in wine right now and for those who would like to try this recipe as well, keep on reading et bon appetite. :)

Ingredients
• 6 oz bacon
• 2 to 3 Tbsp olive oil
• 4 lbs trimmed beef chuck, cut into 2-inch cubes, patted dry with paper towels
• Salt and freshly ground pepper
• 2 cups sliced onions
• 1 cup sliced carrots
• 1 bottle of red wine (such as a zinfandel or Chianti)
• 2 cups beef stock or canned beef broth
• 1 cup chopped tomatoes, fresh or canned
• 1 medium herb bouquet (tie 8 parsley sprigs, 1 large bay leaf, 1 tsp dried thyme, 2 whole cloves or allspice berries, and 3 large cloves of smashed garlic together wrapped and tied in cheesecloth)

• Beurre manié: 3 Tbsp flour blended to a paste with 2 Tbsp butter
• 24 pearl onions
• Chicken stock
• Butter
• 1 1/2 pounds of button or cremini mushrooms, quartered


Method
1 Blanch the bacon to remove its smoky taste. Drop bacon slices into 2 quarts of cold water, bring to a boil, and simmer 6 to 8 minutes. Drain, rinse in cold water, and dry on paper towels.

2 In a large frying pan, sauté the blanched bacon to brown slightly in a little oil; set them aside and add later to simmer with the beef, using the rendered fat in browning. Brown the chunks of beef on all sides in the bacon fat and olive oil, season with salt and pepper, and put them into a heavy-bottomed Dutch oven or covered casserole pan. Cut the bacon into 1-inch pieces and add to the pan.

3 Remove all but a little fat from the frying pan, add the sliced vegetables and brown them, and add to the meat. Deglaze the pan with wine, pouring it into the casserole along with enough stock to almost cover the meat. Stir in the tomatoes and add the herb bouquet. Bring to a simmer, cover, and simmer slowly on the lowest heat possible, either on the stove or in a preheated 325°F oven, until the meat is tender, about 1 to 2 hours.

4 While the stew is cooking, prepare the onions. Blanch the onions in boiling water for 1 minute. Drain and rinse in cold water to stop the cooking. Slice the end tips off of the onions, peel the onions and score the root end with 1/4 inch cuts. Sauté onions in a single layer in a tablespoon or two of butter until lightly browned. Add chicken stock or water half way up the sides of the onions. Add a teaspoon of sugar, and season with salt and pepper. Cover and simmer slowly for 25 minutes or until tender. The onions should absorb most of the water. If there is water remaining after cooking, drain the excess. Set aside.

5 Prepare the mushrooms a few minutes before serving the stew. Sauté quartered mushrooms in a few tablespoons of butter and olive oil until browned and cooked through.

6 When the stew meat has cooked sufficiently, remove all solids from the sauce (except the beef) by draining through a colander set over a saucepan. Return the beef to the casserole. Press juices out of the residue into the cooking liquid, then remove any visible fat and boil down the liquid to 3 cups. Off heat, whisk in the beurre manié, then simmer for 2 minutes as the sauce thickens lightly. Correct seasoning and pour over the meat, folding in the onions and mushrooms. To serve, bring to a simmer, basting meat and vegetables with the sauce for several minutes until hot throughout.

Serve with rice, bread, or potatoes (unless you are doing the low-carb version!).

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The blonde man was crying at the bar, and the bartender gave him a free drink. "What's the trouble?" asked the friendly bartender.

"I got kicked out of chef school," replied the blonde. "They said I gave them the oldest excuse in the book, and all I did was tell the truth."

"What did you say?" asked the bartender.

To which the chef student answered, "I told them my dog ate my homework."
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Wife: The two things I cook best are meatloaf and apple pie.
Husband: Which is this?
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Newlywed: Do you want dinner?
Spouse: Sure, what are my choices?
Newlywed: Yes and no.
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"My wife has to be the worst cook. In my house, we pray after we eat."
- Rodney Dangerfield
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This man comes home from work and his wife whines, "Honey, the dishwasher is broken." He says to her, "Who do I look like - the Whirlpool man?"

A few weeks later, the husband comes home from work and his wife whines, "Honey, the washing machine is broken." He says, "Who do I look like - the Maytag man?"

Another few weeks pass and he comes home from work and she whines, "Honey, the stove is broken." The husband answers, "Who do I look like - the Kenmore man?"

A few more weeks pass. When he comes home from work, his wife looks pretty happy. So he asks her, "What's the matter? Isn't anything broken?"

"No," she says, "Mr. Johnson from next door came over and fixed everything, and all I had to do to repay him was either bake him a cake or go to bed with him."

So what kind of a cake did you make him?" inquired the husband. To which the wife replied, "Who do I look like - Julia Child!?!"

:)

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Self in Hinduism

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Hinduism goes back to before 6000 years ago into pre historic times.

It can be traced back to the Vedic Aryan civilization.

It divides society into 4 groups:

Brahmins = teachers priests

Kshatriyas = warriors and nobles

Vaishyas = farmers merchants and businessmen

Shudras = servants and laborers.

The Hindu belief in the Atman or the inner soul comes from the root word “an” meaning to breathe.

It is different from the body or the mind. The soul or spirit or self can be found beyond all other states (body,mind dreams sleep)

To find the self should be what everyone spends a lifetime looking for because everything else leads to pain, suffering, birth and rebirth

To realize the self means going beyond this world into the Brahman world and never to return.

This is where the individual soul and the universal soul unite and are two sides to a same reality.

The Atman or inner soul uses creativity to enter a body. It develops a false sense of identity called a sense of self or a sense of individuality, we know as the ego.

Lost in an illusion of this ego or self, A Hindu spends his life trying to over come it to reach his Atman, through self control, discipline of the mind,

Withdrawal of the senses and desires, and in his love of God.

The idols in Hinduism represent the inner self.

A Hindu worships himself establishing life breath.

This is why they give themselves personal names of gods and goddesses to show the god in man.

It is believed man is god in the making because his body contains the eternal soul which aims at developing into a supreme self.

The breath or Atman, in a body is the same life breath that sustains the universe.

The body is a temple with 9 gates in which the divine soul resides.

The body and mind is dependent and perishable and therefore unreal.

It needs control and discipline and to be kept in good health free of internal and external impurities.

When a person discards his body to be reborn, in between this time the soul may go to heaven or hell and eventually back to earth where the soul can enter all beings including plants animals and minerals.

The soul exists in all and all in it, which makes the whole universe sacred because of the universal self.

Elements continue to evolve with their souls till they reach and unite with the Supreme Soul.

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Hung Chow calls into work and says, "Hey, I no come work today, I really sick. Got headache, stomach ache and legs hurt, I no come work."

The boss says, "You know something, Hung Chow, I really need you today. When I feel like this, I go to my wife and tell her I want sex. That makes everything better and I go to work. You try that."

Two hours later Hung Chow calls again. "I do what you say and I feel great. I be at work soon... You got nice house."
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THE SCIENTIST AND GOD

A scientist approaches God, and says to Him, "Look, God, we don't need you anymore. Nowadays, we can do all sorts of things that used to be considered miraculous. We can transplant organs, giving new life to a dying man, we can cure almost any disease, and we can even clone animals. It won't be long, and we'll be able to clone humans, too. So, I'm sorry, but you are just outdated".

God listens patiently to the scientist and says, "I can see that you believe you don't need me, and I understand. However, I love you, and I don't want to see you make a big mistake, so why don't we make sure? I say we should have a man-making contest, just to be sure."

The scientist replies, "I'll take that challenge".

So, God says, "Ok, let's do it the way I did it in the old days, with Adam and Eve". The scientists says, "No problem", and reaches down to scoop up a handful of dirt.

"Whoa, hold on there a minute", God says. "You get your OWN dirt".

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CARROT, EGG OR COFFEE

A daughter complained to her father about life and how hard things are for her. She said she wanted to give up as she was tired of struggling. For just as one problem was solved, another arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen, filled three pots with water and placed the fire on high.

Soon the three pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the other he placed eggs and in the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word. The daughter wondered what he was trying to do.

In half an hour he turned down the fire and took out the contents of the pots and put them in bowls. Turning to her he said, “My dear child, what do you see?” Smartly she replied, “Carrots, eggs and coffee.”

He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After shelling it, she observed it was hard-boiled now. Finally, he asked her to take a sip of the fragrant coffee. She winced as it was very strong.

Humbly, she asked, “What does it mean father?” He explained, “Each of them faced the same adversity, 100oC of boiling water. However, each reacted differently. The carrot was strong, hard and unrelenting. But, after going through boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg was fragile. A thin outer shell protected a liquid centre. But after sitting in the boiling water, the inside became hardened. However, the coffee beans are unique. After they were in the boiling water, they became stronger and richer. Which one of these are you?” he asked.

Are you the carrot that seems hard but with the smallest amount of pain, adversity or heat, you wilt and become soft with no strength? Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart? But after a death, breakup, divorce or layoff become hardened and stiff? Your shell looks the same but you are bitter and tough inside. Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean does not get its true flavour until it reaches 100oC. When the water gets hotter, it just tastes better. When things are at their worst, you get better.

So how do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Buddha and the Self

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People often think that there must be a personality or self that is real and permanent, otherwise they would not exist or experience things in life.
Buddha taught that there is no real, permanent and independent personality or self at all.
This is the third characteristic of existence.
If a permanent and independent self really existed, one should be able to identify it.
Some people may say that the body is the self, or that mind is the self.
However, both ideas are wrong because neither the body nor the mind is permanent. They both change and self destruct because they are dependent on many factors. Neither body nor mind can possibly be a permanent and independent self.

If the body were the self, it would be able to will itself to be strong or fair.
Instead the body grows tired, hungry and falls sick against its will, so you cannot see the body as an entity like a personality or a self as for example a book is.

Similarly, if the mind were the self, it would do whatever it wished. But the mind often runs away from what it knows to be right, and runs after what is wrong.
It becomes disturbed, distracted and excited against its will.
So the mind is also not the self.
When people say, for instance, “I am going to work”, they are just using a convenient name I for a collection of physical and mental factors.
In reality, there is no I or self.
Egoistic and self centered people see themselves as a self that is permanent and independent.
according to Buddhist thought.

This in turn makes them feel constantly threatened by people and situations which then requires protecting of their beings, possessions and opinions.

But once people realise that the self is just a convenient name for a collection of constantly changing physical and mental factors, they will no longer cling to it in fear and insecurity.

They will find it easier to grow, learn, develop, and to be generous, kind and compassionate because they will no longer need to be constantly on the defensive.

Understanding the fact that there is no "self" can help people deal more effectively with everyday situation. It encourages the cultivation of Good Conduct and helps one to progress towards happiness, peace and Enlightenment.

Bit of Buddhist thought.:)

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What did the Buddha say when the hot dog vendor asked him if he had change?

ANSWER: Change must come from within.


QUESTION: WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?
Possible answers:
* MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free of cross roads without having their motives called into question.
* MOSES: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.
* FOX MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
* RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road.
* MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.
* JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?"
* FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
* BILL GATES: I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbooks. Of course, you also have to purchase Microsoft Road.
* OLIVER STONE: The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"
* DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.
* EINSTEIN: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
* BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.
* RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road .. it transcended it.
* ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.
* MICHAEL SCHUMACHER: It was an instinctive maneuver, the chicken obviously didn't see the road until he had already started to cross.
* HOMER SIMPSON: Mmmmmm.....chicken....