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Thursday, January 29, 2004

Too cold for much of anything
And yet we muddle on through snow and sleet and dark of night.
I kind of liked all these today:
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.-- Groucho Marx
The male is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness, can be trained to do most things.-- Jilly Cooper

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold. -- Ogden Nash

First there is a time when we believe everything, then for a little while we believe with discrimination, then we believe nothing whatever, and then we believe everything again - and, moreover, give reasons why we believe. -- Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things only hoped for. -- Epicurus

It's rather interesting--since I always try to include a link for the person I'm quoting--sometimes, there is lots of good stuff, and sometimes, all I can find is a reference to a quotations page--as if that person existed only to say that quote, then disappeared.

The Grouch Marx one was just funny, as is the Ogden Nash; I really must take more time to peruse the Nash site. I've got a big book of Nash poems somewhere at home! And isn't "Ogden" a funny name, uncommon and stodgy; his poems bely that superficial characterization; well, they are "uncommon," now that I think about it, but never stodgy.

And I see on the Jilly Cooper page she's written many things; these must go on my to-read list, seeing as I completely agree with her. We've had such an on-going joke at home over G's announcement to his mom that he "always does the dishes"--when, in reality, he NEVER does the dishes! When this was brought to his attention, by daughter A., he mended his ways, and actually is helping out occassionally. When I quizzed him about how his perception of reality could be so different from everyone elses', we settled on the explaination that, because he always FELT as if he would do the dishes IF ASKED, this was paramount to DOING the dishes! It made my head hurt, but made mixed-up sense.

And how about George Christoph Lichtenberg? Who the HELL was he? Well, I did a little google-ing, and, in the midst of many many German pages, including one call "crazy-kraut.com" or some such, discovered he "was born in 1742 in Oberramstadt, Germany. In 1763 he joined the University of Gottingen where he studied mathematics and the natural sciences and, in 1770 was appointed a professor at the university. In addition to his scientific writings, he wrote Letters from England and a book on Hogarth's etchings. Lichtenberg died in 1799." Also, he wrote "The Waste Books": "With unflagging intelligence and encyclopedic curiosity, Lichtenberg wittily deflates the pretensions of learning and society, examines a range of philosophical questions, and tracks his own thoughts down hidden pathways to disconcerting and sometimes hilarious conclusions."

Hey, now we've all learned something today!

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