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… the best that it has to give,

June 1st, 2016|0 Comments

Geneva Declaration of the Rights of the Child The first international treaty on children's rights, Adopted 26 September, 1924, League of Nations . By the present Declaration of the Rights of the Child, commonly known as "Declaration of Geneva," men and women of all nations, recognizing that mankind owes to the Child the best that it has to give, declare and accept it as their duty that, beyond and above all considerations of race, nationality or creed: The child must be given the means requisite for its normal development, both materially and spiritually; The child that is hungry must be fed; the child that is sick must be nursed; the child that is backward must be helped; the delinquent child must be reclaimed; and the orphan and the waif must be sheltered and succored; The child must be the first to receive relief in times of distress; The child must be

A trustful hand, unask’d, in thine,

March 23rd, 2016|0 Comments

. HEART-AFFLUENCE in discursive talk From household fountains never dry; The critic clearness of an eye, That saw thro’ all the Muses’ walk; Seraphic intellect and force To seize and throw the doubts of man; Impassion’d logic, which outran The hearer in its fiery course; High nature amorous of the good, But touch’d with no ascetic gloom; And passion pure in snowy bloom Thro’ all the years of April blood; A love of freedom rarely felt, Of freedom in her regal seat Of England; not the schoolboy heat, The blind hysterics of the Celt; And manhood fused with female grace In such a sort, the child would twine A trustful hand, unask’d, in thine, And find his comfort in thy face; All these have been, and thee mine eyes Have look’d on: if they look’d in vain, My shame is greater who remain, Nor let thy wisdom make me wise.

Welcome to Holland

March 16th, 2016|0 Comments

by Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987 I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...... When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've

Glenn Gould – Beethoven, 15 Variations With Fugue, Op.35 ‘Eroica’

December 17th, 2015|0 Comments

  The one and only, Glenn Gould. Beethoven, 15 Variations With Fugue, Op.35 'Eroica' [ 1960 ]

…Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.

August 4th, 2015|0 Comments

Near this Spot... ...are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human Ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog who was born in Newfoundland May 1803 and died at Newstead Nov. 18th, 1808 When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth, Unknown to Glory, but upheld by Birth, The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been. But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonoured

…the art of measuring.

July 18th, 2015|0 Comments

SIR ISAAC NEWTON. ... noted mathematician, physicist, and alchemist. Today I learned about the vast corpus of his unpublished work, some 10 million words, full of apocryphal stories of laboratory antics and diamond dogs knocking over candles and burning 20 years worth of work in manuscripts. Can't wait for the Gutenberg project to publish the complete works of Issac N. I wonder if somewhere in those papers he wrote about poker strategy. Probably not, if Star Trek is to be believed.   . The preface to one of the most important books in history; the book that introduced Newton's theory of gravity and three laws of motion: PHILOSOPHIAE NATURALIS PRINCIPIA MATHEMATICA. Since the ancients (as we are told by Pappus) made great account of the science of mechanics in the investigation of natural things; and the moderns, laying aside substantial forms and occult qualities, have endeavored to subject the phenomena of

The smallest sprouts show…

July 16th, 2015|0 Comments

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair

The Deadliest of Sins

June 18th, 2015|0 Comments

It is June, and that time of year that many students will be graduating. So in the spirit of convocation, I want to share some of the best advice I've ever heard, from a convocation speech delivered many years ago by the one and only Robertson Davies (who was also receiving an honorary degree that day).   "What shall we talk about, you and I, who are getting our first degrees from Queen's today? The problem is a little easier than is usually the case, because we are both going into new jobs. I have been an author for many years, and I intend to go on being one. But being an author isn't a job - it's a state of mind; also, it is not a gainful occupation except in a rather restricted sense. I have been earning my living as a journalist for twenty years, and now I

I’m a cop… from the future.

June 17th, 2015|0 Comments

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you quite possibly the greatest 31 minute film ever made (with or without kickstarter :-) From the geniuses at Laser Unicorns, behold the retro-80s wonder that is... KUNG FURY Two words: HECK YES. ... and of course, the experience wouldn't be complete without the music video of David Hasselhoff's amazing title track, "True Survivor". I want the jacket :-) Don't Hassell the Hoff! The Viking Age? That explains the laser raptors...

till a’ the seas gang dry…

June 17th, 2015|0 Comments

. O my Luve's like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the melodie That’s sweetly play'd in tune. . As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry: . Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun: I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. . And fare thee well, my only Luve And fare thee well, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile. . - Robbie Burns


January 14th, 2015|0 Comments

A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that is unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push. - Ludwig Wittgenstein

nosce te ipsum…

January 14th, 2015|0 Comments

The old woman gives you a cookie and points to the cross-stiched sign that hangs above the kitchen door. "It means, 'Know Thyself'", she says, drawing a cigarette from the pack she pulls from her apron pocket. "The thing is," she pauses to strike a match, lighting her cigarette, inhaling slowly, "you never know, do you?". She exhales, the smoke casting a blue aura over the kitchen table at which she has seated herself heavily. You blink, look away, out the open kitchen window. The sunlight casting slight shadows on the old sink and floor through the whisps of smoke. "Why am I here?" "Ahh, yes well. If I told you that, you'd already know, wouldn't you?" You look at her, a confused line crossing your face. She leans back in her chair and looks up at you. "So why are you here?" "I don't know. I don't remember. I