No wonder Jeffrey is in a good mood.
Wisdom
"It is great wisdom to know how to be silent and to look at neither the remarks, nor the deeds, nor the lives of others." - John of the CrossThinking of Imelda...
Wisdom from Imelda Marcos:
"It's the rich you can terrorize. The poor have nothing to lose."
"God is love. I have loved. Therefore, I will go to heaven." - to Pope Paul VI, who responded, "Oh, how wonderful, how childlike."
How wonderful must it be to be convinced of your own self-righteousness?
Banned in St. Paul - LOL!
Photo: My former employer and her daughter - kidding!Many Catholic blogs have noted that they are banned/blocked in China - my blog is as well - there is a website you can go to to see if your blog is blocked - although I don't have the link right now.
I am not only banned in China but my former employer has now managed to block access to my blogs from company computers. One of the guys who works there told me they actually had to hire a tech agency to figure out how to do it - although it caused some network glitches for them.
I suppose they are just doing damage control - trying to boost morale, etc. Yet they are the ones doing the damage. If Joan and Melissa continue on unchecked - the place will be going out of business...
I know what happened to the Motu Proprio...
I'll just bet we have been waiting for the wrong Pope to announce it!
Someone get His Holiness Pius XIII on the phone real quick like!
Pictured, Pope Pius XIII from the Apostolic website, "True Catholic"; Papal Homepage. An explanation follows here:
The Election of Pope Pius XIII
We were elected to the chair of St. Peter on October 24, 1998 after 40 years of sede vacante, meaning that during those 40 years the Seat of St. Peter was vacant. We shall not in this document delve deeply into the justifications and validity of the Conclave of 1998 as that has already been in the public domain since 1998. You can find the details at http://www.truecatholic.org/pope.
Even more on that "Limbo" document...
I just don't care what the Church teaches about it - I have never liked the dance nor the music. So there!
Happy feast day George!
April 23 - feast of St. George - don't forget to wish all of your Georges happy feast day!
Common sense...
"Don’t worry over what other people are thinking about you. They’re too busy worrying over what you are thinking about them." - A former co-worker.
Fasten your seatbelts - it's going to be a bumpy...
"We're all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night. Aren't we, honey?" - Margo Channing
Rumors...
This afternoon, I returned a call to a friend at the company I recently worked for. Margaret, the woman who answered the phone exclaimed, "Oh! Terryeeeee!" As if I were an evil terrorist or something.
When I asked to speak to the person who had called me, she coldly stated, "He's not here today."
I answered, "Yes he is because he just called me from there."
She cautiously replied, in an imperious tone of voice, as if to warn me, "Well, I'll see if he is, one moment."
That place has some of the worst customer service people I've ever encountered - many obviously lack training or have no telephone skills whatsoever -and they wonder why their business is down.
Church Family
I don't know which denomination, probably Episcopal. I found them when searching for photos of Charles Nelson Riley.My summer look...
Images from my living room as I changed the art above my fireplace for Holy Week and Easter. I think I'll keep it for summer.
Old celebrity news...
In 1989, Zsa Zsa Gabor was pulled over in Beverly Hills and found to be driving with an expired license. There was reportedly an open bottle of liquor in her car, and after a heated exchange with the officer, she slapped him. Gabor was arrested for driving on an expired license and battery. She compared the experience to "Nazi Germany", but was found guilty. Gabor indignantly said that she had not been judged by a jury of her peers: "It was not my class of people, there was not a producer, a press agent, a director, an actor." She served 72 hours in prison and paid a fine.
Celebrities come and go, but they always act the same.
Celebrities come and go, but they always act the same.
Now, back to regular prgramming...
After a police chase in Beverly Hills, a drunk Paul Lynde rolled down his window, saying to the officer, "I'll have a double cheeseburger and a chocolate shake."
Papa Bear
The Pope got a teddy bear for his birthday, and Don Georg, his secretary, said it was a "wonderful specimen". The Holy Father donated the bear to a children's hospital in Rome. Sweet.
Happiness
Pictured, the tomb of St. Benedict Joseph Labre.The "Poetry Man" sent me another poem.
"Happiness" by Jane Kenyon
There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.
No, happiness is the uncle you never knew about,
who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon.
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.
It comes to the monk in his cell.
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink.
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker,
and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots
in the night.
It even comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pine barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.
"Happiness" by Jane Kenyon
There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.
And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.
No, happiness is the uncle you never knew about,
who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon.
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.
It comes to the monk in his cell.
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink.
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker,
and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots
in the night.
It even comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pine barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.
.
[For more on Benedict Joseph Labre, visit my other site, Abbey-Roads2.]
I'm full of pride and lazy...
I must be Henry VIII without the lust!
Discover Your Sins - Click Here
Thanks to Angela Messenger for the test...
| Greed: | Very Low | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Medium | |
| Sloth: | High | |
| Envy: | Very Low | |
| Lust: | Very Low | |
| Pride: | High |
Discover Your Sins - Click Here
Thanks to Angela Messenger for the test...
H.R. dos and don'ts...
Do: Treat employees with respect.Don't: Screw around with people's lives.
Do: Acquire people skills.
Don't: Think you are better than pee-ons.
Do: Follow the same rules the Company expects for all employees.
Don't: Be underhanded.
(Another public service announcement for the professionally impaired.)
Words of Wisdom - 1st in a series!
"Never take yourself or your business too seriously - otherwise you'll never really be happy with anything or anyone." Professor Terry
Vincent
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Thoughts on a snowy April day...
.
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will... - Don McLean
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will... - Don McLean
No Pun Intended
In case the signs on the doors are difficult to read, the upper chamber reads: "Management" while the lower chamber reads: "Employees" - vulgar, yet very clever, don't you agree?
Festa di San Terenzio
April 10 is the feast of St. Terence, a Roman Martyr. When I was little I had no idea there was a St. Terence, neither did my mother or the priest who baptized me.An Outsider's Easter
Credo
Growing up, my family never celebrated Easter. We had Easter baskets as kids, and I went to Mass, but we had no family get togethers, big dinners, or anything else. Easter was pretty much just another Sunday at our house.
When I was old enough, I went to the Easter vigil alone, and on Easter morning, I attended Mass again, often at the Franciscan church at noon, followed by Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. That was about it.
As an adult, I appreciate the quiet of Easter Sunday, and the 'permission' to be excused from social functions. Unlike Christmas, few seem to object to my 'not doing anything for Easter'.
After the austerities of Lent - voluntary or involuntary, and the emotional and spiritual intensity of Holy Week, I have always had difficulty in waking up Easter morning full of joy. Though Christ rose from the tomb transformed, I awaken the same person I had been yesterday. An Easter basket or new clothes never quite did it for me. Hymns, altars covered in lace, with colorful flowers have little effect as well.
I have this naive notion that everything is supposed to be better on Easter - that I really will experience that joy so many express in their "Alleluias" and "Happy Easters" and the proclamation, "He is risen!" I know that. He was risen last week as well. Yet it is somehow easier to identify with him in suffering and sorrow, than it is to suddenly wake up Easter morning full of exultation.
Nothing external or material supplies this joy for me, only the liturgy - with nothing to do with the decorations or hymns - the liturgy itself - not those glad-assed, happy-hands novelty liturgies - but the formal, solemn Roman rite. Only then am I able to grasp the meaning of Easter, and touch, or rather be touched by the joy of the Resurrection.
Nevertheless, I'm still the same old, same old guy I was last week. Life hasn't gotten better, it hasn't changed, and I'm still stuck in it. But I have this hope...
Back it up...
And watch your back.
After the experiences with my computer and Internet access these past few days, I got a refresher course on security from the tech who restored my service yesterday. (I highly recomend Chipheads for all your computer needs.)
Always back up your work, always keep up to date with the updates that come through. And never share your password - change it regularly, and never use the same password. For instance, if you use your personal password at work - don't do that!
In my old job I always backed up everything - even emails - onto disk. My time record was backed up, all files, and any other documentation - when I resigned my position, I took these with me. But at home, I never think of doing that.
I will now.
Security is such an important issue these days. For instance, do you know where your credit card number and information is? In your wallet or your purse? Yeah, but it is also in company data bases. Oftentimes it floats around a business office on receipts or orders. Many people have access to it. Some companies will tell you the number is encrypted in their data base, but if they want, they can access it, print it out to check it against receipts, that bear the number and are stored, often in unsecured locations.
I worked at a place that insisted upon taking credit card numbers from customers for a service the company offered. They were recorded in a book, with the clients information, in an unsecured location. I stopped the practice.
At the same company, there was an instance that occurred involving a discrepancy on a purchase, the client left believing his charge was complete, albeit he had paid less than the amount required. The sales person charged the customer less than what the item actually cost. The company tried to contact the client by phone and was unable to do so. They may have sent a letter, yet with no reply from the client, they just added the balance due to his credit card. That is illegal of course, unless the customer agrees to the transaction. In this case the unauthorized transaction caused the client to exceed his limit on his account. This wasn't an isolated incident - maybe not a daily occurrence, but it wasn't the first time either.
So watch your credit information, make sure you are dealing with a trustworthy company.
Abbey is on a short break...
Will be right back after some work is done...hopefully by Tuesday Evening. (My internet is down at home.)
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