| LIFE Thought for the Day
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"Practice does not make perfect. Only perfect practice makes perfect."
Vince Lombardi
Vince Lombardi
"Doing your best is more important than being the best."
Zig Ziglar
Zig Ziglar
“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.”
Desmond Tutu
Desmond Tutu
ElephantStomp
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“The thing about smart people is that they seem like crazy people to dumb people.”
― Stephen Hawking
― Stephen Hawking
The secret is to work less as individuals and more as a team. As a coach, I play not my eleven best, but my best eleven.
- Knute Rockne
- Knute Rockne
A kind of second childhood falls on so many men. They trade their violence for the promise of a small increase in life span. In effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child. And I have searched myself for this possibility with a kind of horror...I did not want to surrender fierceness for a small gain in yardage. My wife married a man; I saw no reason why she should inherit a baby. I knew that ten or twelve thousand miles driving a truck, alone and unattended, over every kind of road, would be hard, but to me it represented the antidote for the poison of the professional sick man. And in my own life I am not willing to trade quality for quantity.
- John Steinbeck
- John Steinbeck
50+yeartidefan
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And Banks on baseball... lets llay 2
The climate changed quickly to cold and the trees burst into color, the reds and yellows you can't believe. It isn't only color but a glowing, as though the leaves gobbled the light of the autumn sun and then released it slowly.
- Steinbeck
- Steinbeck
TerryP
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I get excited and depressed watching a Ginko tree I have in the front yard. The yellow? Vibrant! A week later and I'm raking.
It's a crazy time of the year...I've got nine rose bushes blooming like you wouldn't believe while my Crepe Myrtles, ets, are all going bare. I can smell the Eucalyptus in the back yard, but can't in the spring.
I frequently fall short of this...
"True humor is fun - it does not put down, kid or mock. It makes people feel wonderful, not separate, different and cut off. True humor has beneath it the understanding that we are all in this together."
- Hugh Prather
"True humor is fun - it does not put down, kid or mock. It makes people feel wonderful, not separate, different and cut off. True humor has beneath it the understanding that we are all in this together."
- Hugh Prather
TerryP
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I like this quote. A good "thought for the day." It's crossed my mind a few times and I'm still thinking, "I don't agree with the premise."
"True humor is fun" defines Don Rickles. Dangerfield mocked himself, but it's was "mocking."
True humor is understood intent. It's almost the adult version of being punched by a girl in 2nd grade (as a weird analogy. I got punched for different reasons.
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By a girl in second grade?I like this quote. A good "thought for the day." It's crossed my mind a few times and I'm still thinking, "I don't agree with the premise."
"True humor is fun" defines Don Rickles. Dangerfield mocked himself, but it's was "mocking."
True humor is understood intent. It's almost the adult version of being punched by a girl in 2nd grade (as a weird analogy. I got punched for different reasons.
TerryP
Staff
I knew I was opening that door.
There was a HUGE parking lot, asphalt, outside of the school where we used to play kickball. I didn't discriminate when I aimed‒it wasn't tag, you could peg them for an out. I got hit by a lot of people in 2nd grade.
Probably doesn't fit in a "Thought for a day" thread but this is one of my favorites speeches ever.
We succeeded in taking that picture from deep space, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturing, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
Carl Sagan
(Sorry Tim!)
We succeeded in taking that picture from deep space, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturing, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
Carl Sagan
(Sorry Tim!)
TerryP
Staff
Sagan, mentioning free will.
I happened across a copy of The River of Doubt, Candice Millard's account of Teddy Roosevelt's Amazon adventure to purge his soul and confirm his masculinity after an unsuccessful campaign for a third term. Working through it, it dovetails nicely with Steinbeck's perspective in Travels With Charley.
Good catch, with the probably irrelevant difference that Roosevelt, unlike Steinbeck, actually did what he claimed to have done. The underlying psychology's very similar and valid in both cases.
Yes indeed, but at least Steinbeck completed his fictionalized journey before the internet, and he didn’t make the mistake of taking a path that counts many passionate purists among its followers. Those were both mistakes of Bryson with his A Walk in the Woods. He was hounded by the AT community.
