Ashley's Philosophy Corner

   "I could never be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness."

--Elizabeth from Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice 

    "The devil, who was clever, took to hating man. Man, who was more clever, took to loving woman."

--Victor Hugo in Les Miserables

    

Austin's Funnies Corner

    Everyone loved Priest John. He was a happy jolly fellow always willing to help or lend a hand. One time John was walking down the street humming a tune when he saw a little boy trying to reach the doorbell of a nearby house.  “Hey there sonny” said John “let me help you out”, and with that  John reached out and pressed the bell. “Anything else I can do for you,” asked John with a smile. “Yes” said the boy. “Run! We’ve only got a few seconds before they come!”   

    For a couple years I've been blaming it on lack of sleep, not enough sunshine, too much pressure from my job, earwax build-up, poor blood, or anything else I could think of. But now I found out the real reason: I'm tired because I'm overworked. Here's why: The population of this country is 273 million.

140 million are retired.

That leaves 133 million to do the work.

There are 85 million in school, which leaves 48 million to do the work.

Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government, leaving 19 million to do the work.

2.8 million are in the armed forces preoccupied with killing Saddam Hussein. Which leaves 16.2 million to do the work.

Take from that total the 14,800,000 people who work for state and city governments, and that leaves 1.4 million to do the work.

At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals, leaving 1,212,000 to do the work.

Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons.

That leaves just two people to do the work. You and me. And there you are sitting, at your computer, reading jokes.

Nice, real nice.

Alex's Random Awesome Corner

This is awesome in a sad, sweet sort of way. But the kid's genuine, not trying to evoke pity, increase chances of stardom or anything of the sort -but just the simple talent in singing, and devotion and love he has for his mother, is what's so captivating and hear-warming. It makes me sad all the clapping and fanfare and how popular it's become just because I don't think he, nor his mother, would want this song that he wrote for her nor this precious moment of getting to share it, tainted. However, if it does good for people to see it, well, there's no harm in good. Anyway, not as an absolutely necessary part, but, excusing the Czech subtitles, :) a certainly worth-while and enriching suggestion for your experience. After watching this, they actually made a music video of I think him singing it, but it's all artistic and beautiful and it shows the grasslands and everything. If you weren't about to cry in the other one, after watching that, and then watching this, let's just say that will most likely not stay that way. Here's the link to watch it. (And I recommend that you do, because you will love it as much if not more.)  :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnSo-MuTQoc

Anna's All Things Classical and Jazz Corner

I play cello for this piece. And then to add ballet -you can't get more beautiful and lovely than this, folks.  :)