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Bob Nixon (Niki) Dropone.com poster. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

You know its winter in Fla. when you see all the Canadian tags eh? Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

You'll need to talk to religous people about whatever their religion wants them to do. I'm not religious. I'm firmly on the other side of that issue. I was making a general statement about a technique to accomplish something. Read it again: "Like Dumbo's feather. (Remember the big eared adolescent elephant?) As long as he held that feather he was able to fly. It's a talisman, real or in the mind, that makes us believe we are able to do some thing. As long as we believe it, it is true. Eventually most come to realize thet the power was within themselves all along. Some give up the talisman and others keep the practice for the reinforcement value. Either way, whatever works for the individual is what the indivifual should do. "If it's stupid but it works, it's not stupid." Different strokes for different folks. I have no need to make you do it my way so I won't force you to use my "stroke" and I won't allow you to force me to use yours. As long as yours doen't interfere with me, do what you want to do. That doesn't make one of us better than the other, it just makes us different. And how boring DZ.com would be if we were all the same. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Strange that people give themselves up to some make believe power, which somehow empowers them to kick an addiction, proving they had the ability to do so all along. I guess if it works, cool; but shows how unaware those people are of the power of the self; even after they've put it to work. Like Dumbo's feather. (Remember the big eared adolescent elephant?) As long as he held that feather he was able to fly. It's a talisman, real or in the mind, that makes us believe we are able to do some thing. As long as we believe it, it is true. Eventually most come to realize thet the power was within themselves all along. Some give up the talisman and others keep the practice for the reinforcement value. Either way, whatever works for the individual is what the indivifual should do. "If it's stupid but it works, it's not stupid." Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

What? They didn't have a pick up truck? The commercial on TV makes it look routine. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

That automatic recognition thing sounds good. I probably don't have a problem with that. I don't know if I'm really comfortable with it but it's better than the officer having his attention inside his patrol car. But when the officer has to start entering stuff into the computer and reading the data that comes up, well, that's the defenition of distracted driving. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Retail stores get stuff from distributors who get it from the original factories. It's all second hand if you want to call it that way. This is another thing the "99%" has to deal with. It's a real wonder that the torches and pitchforks haven't come out yet. It may not take many more straws like this. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

My question would be how is he "running the plates"? If he's using the radio it seems like an awful lot of dispatcher time being taken up. If he's useing an on board computer in his car it seems like that would be worse than texting while driving. Very distracting from operating the motor vehicle. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Triumph did some thing similar about 40 years ago. They droped a TR-6 (the shape of things to come) It took several takes. I don't remember if the first one malfunctioned or the canopy was just too small but it scattered car parts over 5 or 6 acres. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Disaster Area. The loudest band in the universe. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucNYLsjKaTQ From 3 minutes to abut 6 minutes. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

If I knew then what I know noe I probably would have made different choises. Regret about the past is like worry about the future. It doesn't do any good. Use the experience and go for what you think you want. Like the adage: Good judgement comes from experince, Experience comes from bad judgement. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

But who guards the guards? Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

I had a bat in my house once. I had to divorce her daughter to get rid of her. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Cold fusion and warm superconductivity. It's the Future! Invest now!! (When you die, we'll put you in a cryogenic capsule and thaw you out in a few hundred years and you will be RICH. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

SKYDIVING safty got better as jump altitudes went higher. From "my uncles J-3 Cub" to Cesnas to Beech 18s to DC-3s to turbine aircraft. People now get much more freefall time per jump than they did "back in the day." So aircraft technology may be seen as responsible for more time in the environment (freefall) and thus a higher experience level per capita. Smaller gear helped a little and wind tunnels helped a lot. PARACHUTING safty is a different thing. In the late '60s through the mid '70s we were getting more skydiving experience with essentially the same technology as the post WWII guys who just wnated to jump out of an airplane. Shot and a Half Capewells were a slightly better canop releas, Piggyback containers (called tandem containers) and ParaCommander canopies were the "upgrades" in 20 years and we used them for 10 more. Ram air or "square" canopies were a techological improvment but to say it incressd the safty factor at the time might be debated. The "throw-out" (and "pull-out") pilot chutes were a big step. The openning sequence was more staged and controlled. The 3 Ring Release was a major imjprovement and just in time for the second and third generations of ram-air canopies. The new ram-airs were a lot better when they worked and much more radical when they malfunctioned. Helmets went in a cycle. First the motorcycle helmet (the Bell 500 was the coolest thing to have) and them hockey helmets and frap hats and no helmets. In the mid '80s people started making helmets just for skydiving and now they are standard equipment again. This would be an oral history. Probably not attributable in a thesis but it might be some background to put "official" things in context. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

You can always talk to the fire department. We would use scare tactics for some parents who brought their kids by the fire house. If need be some more extreme than others. Most of the time a few horrific stories work well enough to see them change their attitude. Add a few pictures to those stories and only sociopaths would feel no remorse. It is tough reaching through to that age group they tend to have that 'you are over reacting' mentality. I am glad to hear nobody was hurt. That's an excelent suggestion... for the sidter-in-law. The daughter gets to hilp clean up the mess with you while discussing thinking before doing some thing. A little volunteer work at the burn center might be a good character building experuence also. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Got this as an E-Mail. Don't know if it's a true story but it is a very good story. They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen.. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street. But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must've thought I did. But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike. For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls --- he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. But it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to. I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and "come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to listen when I called his name --- sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth or fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey. This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell. The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cell phone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "damn dog probably hid it on me." Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter...I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction --- maybe "glared" is more accurate --- and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down .... with his back to me. Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number. But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice." ________ ________ ________ To Whoever Gets My Dog: Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner. I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong...which is why I have to go to try to make it right. So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you. First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly. Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones --- "sit," "stay," "come," "heel." He knows hand signals: "back" to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He does "down" when he feels like lying down --- I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business. I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog. Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand. He's up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows. Finally, give him some time. I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially. Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new. And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you.... His name's not Reggie. I don't know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I'd never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything's fine. But if someone else is reading it, well ... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It'll help you bond with him. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems. His real name is "Tank". Because that is what I drive. Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with ... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq , that they make one phone.. call the shelter ... in the "event" ... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word. Well, this letter is getting downright depressing, even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family . but still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me. That unconditional love from a dog is what I take with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things .... and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I have to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades. All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. I don't think I'll say another good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth. Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me. Thank you, Paul Mallory ____________ _________ _________ _______ I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer. I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog. "Hey, Tank," I said quietly. The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright. "C'mere boy." He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months. "Tank," I whispered. His tail swished. I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him. "It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball ?" His ears perked again. "Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?" Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth. If you can read this without getting a lump in your throat or a tear in your eye, you just ain't right. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Right. What's the worst that could happen? How hard can it be? This is just a 5 minute job. And Hold my beer. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

I've got the Lone Ranger theme as a ringtone. It says it's about William Tell whoever he was. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxIuIxqo2So Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Yep. Unfortunate fact. People are finding it nearly impossible to get a job with their qualifications if they have been unemployed for any significant length of time. That seems to me to be a bullshit reason to discriminate against someone. There are any number of reasons for a gap in employment, most perfectly legitimate ( recession, traveling, volunteering, in an occupation not related to this field, etc ). If someone has the skills and experience in the ad, they should at least get an inquiry. Especially if the company has tried and failed for months to get someone to fill the position. First of all, I'm not an expert at finding a job. If I was, I would have a job right now. But 2 points: The gap in your resume. You were not unemployed, You were self-employed during that time. I'm sure you had an idea or two about the kind of work you do. So you were working for the My Research Company. HR depts. use software to screen resumes and they are programed to look for certain key words. This is probably like a 100 jump wonder telling Dan BC how to turn in place but just thought I'd throw the ideas out there. Being 62 and looking for a job with ONLY experience is a bitch. That's me and you're problably 20 years behind me. Good luck to us both. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

When he was captured, he and Tonto were surrounded by indians (Native Avericans) The Lone Ranger said, "Tonto, what are we gonna do?" Tonto says, "What you mean WE white man?"

Is this from a prison newspaper? Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

I'm thinking they need warm superconductivity to make ot work. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

Would it be tacky to ask, "Who's that behind those Foster Grants"?

The first car I owned was a Triumph TR-4. Have the British made a decent car yet. Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done. Louis D Brandeis Where are we going and why are we in this basket?