I'd have to say for museum, the National Museum of Ireland in Dublin...though the V&A runs a close second.
The Thorne Miniature Rooms group in the Art Institute of Chicago (with approppriate scaling, of course) is the one exhibit where I could happily live.
Glenn...DID YOU HAVE TO PASS ON THE IMAGERY?
*shudders*
Anyway, welcome back, Teresa. Oh, and I think the PASE link kept a good 3 or 4 dozen people up much later than their bedtimes. Judging by the commentary labeling me as an onomasochistic enabler this morning.
I may be mistaken, and it may be a cultural bias/nationality difference, but aren't Clydesdales as portrayed in that beer ad reserved to AB? That's who I automatically thought of at that part.
Since this is an open post, and this is the day, and we seem to be on a poetry kick...
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
"sing, Oak and Ash and Thorn"
I remember being taught this one in grade school because behind the school were some woods, left there for the nature trail. And it was a great joke, as cruel kids do, to dare people to sit between the pin oak and the ash, where the thorn bush had gotten pushed back. If you weren't english and sat there, so they said, it was unlucky and something would happen to you.
Most of the hymns I favor are those of triumph and thanks...but this one seems apt both to the times and the discussion
1. The day is past and over,
all thanks, O Lord, to thee!
We pray thee that offenseless
the hours of dark may be.
O Jesus, keep us in thy sight,
and guard us through the coming night.
2. The joys of day are over;
we lift our hearts to thee,
and call on thee that sinless
the hours of dark may be.
O Jesus, make their darkness light,
and guard us through the coming night.
3. The toils of day are over;
we raise our hymn to thee,
and ask that free from peril
the hours of dark may be.
O Jesus, keep us in thy sight,
and guard us through the coming night.
4. Be thou our souls' preserver,
O God, for thou dost know
how many are the perils
through which we have to go.
Lord Jesus Christ, O hear our call,
and guard and save us from them all.
-John Mason Neale
Thank the good lord that I a) didn't vote for Mr. Bond and b) live in a saner state now.
And as to the witch king? The pointy hat isn't big enough to fit most of their heads.
John, thanks for stepping up and saving us from the boredom of checking making light and finding the same post at the top until they got home. *grins* Such self-sacrifice.
What does it say that I'm having a hard time coming up with a response that's not throwing stones?
Thank you for the reminders, this one and the one from earlier.
I would speak to the forms of charity.
My mother taught me that, when you have as much as we do, giving more than that 10% that is required of us is necessary. Our extra comes from our talents. You give until it hurts, until you can give no more, until you say "can I do more?" and the answer is "only at the cost of myself". And it doesn't matter how you help, only that you do it to the best of your God-given ability.
My mother doesn't go serve food in the shelters, or visit prisoners. Her talents and position mean that she works with the directors of such institutions and with corporate and political leaders. She uses the things God has given her to convince people that these causes are legitimate, and that this is where money and effort and visibility should go. She finds a small, worthwhile group that she feels passionate about, spends 2-3 years supporting that group and their cause and brings their visibility up within the community. Once other people have taken up the banner, she moves onward, to another group, another cause. And while corporate donations give them good publicity, someone has to convince the corporation that this is something that needs their money and their products.
I...have a talent for finding things. I supply agencies with the things they need for distribution from garage sales and store closings. My mother can part people from money, I part them from stuff. It costs me a little bit of money, a lot of time, and every saturday morning.
For us, the highest and best use of our gifts is not in direct contact with those in need. It's supplying the agencies who are helping those in need. With direct contact, I have the...unfortunate habit of taking up the burdens of every person who needs my help, making their cause my own, and burning myself out in record time. From what I can tell, God views repetitive burnout as wasteful of what He's seen fit to give me.
It hurts that I can't do anything to directly help the southlands, the people scattered all over who have nothing left. But I can do what I do best, find things, buy things, and send them south. And it's not enough. Because we can never do enough.
So yes, I believe it is your intentions more than your actions which determine your status as sheep or goat.
And I'm not sure I made my point...
American: Oranges are deadly.
Fade, I'm taking that one to be False Knight on the Road.
"...
Who owns them sheep o'er there,
said the false knight on the road
They're mine and me father's
said the wee boy as he stood
How many will be mine
said the false knight on the road
those who live without a tail
said the wee boy as he stood
I wish you in yonder tree
said the false knight on the road
a ladder under me
said the wee boy as he stood
the ladder it will break
said the false knight on the road
and you will surely fall
said the wee boy as he stood.
...."
If the knight with whom you happen to be having an affair with dies and you are close to term, mourn him well but don't carry him down to the lake and bury him. You'll die. Esp if he has a faithful hound and hawk guarding him in the green field when you find him.
The WaPo pic that made me shudder was #10. Actually, it was the caption.
Gah. Gah, I say. "People who resisted early evacuation efforts..."
On the subject of field kitchens:
I think I heard (and I need to go check this, but I'm pretty sure it's true) that the groups from the central midwest and FL are sending their field soup kitchens into the area. Each of them is used to dealing with 300+ hot, senseless, dehydrated people daily when they're running. They'll need supplies, since they (probably) haven't had a chance to re-stock since Pennsic (I know the midwestern one has some supplies, but was going to wait until early January to buy/beg for more).
Yes, the re-creation groups are probably your best bet on being able to feed people in a rampant disaster area (heck, sometimes we feel like we camp in disaster areas). The Red Cross and Salvation Army are also very, very good at it. Between the three of them, a lot of good hot food can be provided without electricity.
If people want to add to this effort, I'm going to go confirm the rumors on the soup kitchens and get contact points to send dried soup mix, jerky, and money to. I know that I'm a feed-people person and this is the area I feel most strongly about.
Bless the Horde, and Ro-khan. Time for me to go see if I can find and distribute those contact points.
crap. Link not working...http://maxandlethrenn.org/hurricane_relief/
Yes, we do.
Our people are heading south fast, and we have contact points in Atlanta, moving money and stuff further south. These are getting straight to people, and to the families housing them.
We're a network, with the same sorts of capibilities as a national church system. We know where the people are, where the refugees are needing the most help, red cross-certified first aid people out the wazoo, and the contact points in the area.
SCA Hurricane relief website
Bob,
I have to agree and disagree with your relatives about Goethe. While the german language has 1/3 the words of english (roughly) and can be harsh...at least I can make it rhyme properly!
Why did they add the CPAP? I didn't think they used them to treat narcolepsy...
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