Post #38,884
5/16/02 9:03:02 AM
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Pop Quiz, by Charles Schultz
This just hit my inbox. I'll be surprised if anyone gets the first 6 right.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America
contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer
prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for
best actor and
actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series
winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of
yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies.
Awards tarnish.
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their
owners.
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through
school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a
difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something
worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel
appreciated.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have
inspired you.
Easier?
The lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not
the ones with the
most
credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care.
Pass this on to those people who have made a
difference in your life.
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.
It's already tomorrow in Australia.
----- Charles Schultz
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Post #38,973
5/17/02 12:36:25 AM
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Guess I don't need to be taught The Lesson...
As my answers to the first bunch'o'questions were "who gives a flying act of copulation?"
(And what's a Heisman trophy anyway? And 'World Series' what? Oh yeah, and who's Charles Schultz?)
Then I got all angry about the "pass this on" chain-letter-speak. Hope you write back to the sender and tell lecture them on the evils of chain letters :)
Hope you folk enjoy the Friday I'm already having.
On and on and on and on,
and on and on and on goes John.
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Post #38,975
5/17/02 12:52:14 AM
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Re: Guess I don't need to be taught The Lesson...
So you were OK with the second set of questions but you think that the last three sentences were an add-on to to the original quote, assuming it was really written by Mr. Schultz?
I questioned that too.
Did you have any problems answering the second set of questions?
Hope your Saturday is better than your Friday. ("
Side Note: My 4th grade teacher, Ms Salmon told me to never lose my smile. She taught me a valuable lesson. (:
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Post #38,980
5/17/02 1:38:39 AM
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I should have done the right thing
... read the message, ignored it, and moved on. Perhaps I am just lucky that I'm one of these people who already knows who and what is important in my life.
For the record no I don't think Mr Schulz (so, is this the Peanuts guy or what?) wrote the last three sentences. Any sad old git desperate enough to be hanpered with an overwhelming desire to feel important and ignorant enough to think that other people will heed their pleas of 'this is important please forward to everyone on the planet' could have written those last three sentences. And many have. No, no, I don't include you in the group as this is public forum - quite a different method to email. I'm not trying to say you shouldn't have posted it.
Had no trouble answering Part II of the questions - which is why I said I've already learned The Lesson.
And Saturdays are almost always much better than Fridays.
Don't lose that smile - even when people grump and grumble about 'feelgood' messages. :)
On and on and on and on,
and on and on and on goes John.
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Post #38,981
5/17/02 1:43:07 AM
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Fer you upside down grouches -
My guess is it's the same Schultz who used to draw Peanuts, lived up the road a few km from where I hang out -- and gave the world: Good 'Ol Charlie Brown and Lucy - the prototypical fussbudget.
Guess he managed to get his little reminders of growing-up homo-sap foibles across better in drawings than in prose.. Trouble with prose is, if you said these approx. trueish things to a kid who's infatuated with [whatever]; it wouldn't register til she'd lived it, anyway. (Would still have the Tiny Tim tattoo on the butt, doncha know?)
Heisman trophy - something to do with an arcane game where guys crash into each other in search of a badly distorted funny looking air-filled thing like a pig's bladder. Played on the physical form of the stuff M/Sloth plays on too: Astroturf. (The grass all died)
World Series? Maybe that's Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter ... for the locals?
Now - arnt'cha sorry you missed out on Merkin Kultur First Hand? (Our walkabouts are always done in 4-wd buggies the size of small houses; Daddy pays for the gas, too.)
Ashton
whatever happened to Jenny Agutter? (speakin' o' Walkabout - the Movie)
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Post #38,982
5/17/02 1:53:18 AM
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Jen still has her fans
And one of them has put [link|http://www.afterthefire.co.uk/friends/agutter/biog.htm|this] together. Seems therewas life after Walkabout and The Railway Children afterall.
Ta for the info!
On and on and on and on,
and on and on and on goes John.
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Post #39,132
5/18/02 5:31:36 AM
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Nice bio.
Glad she wasn't a two-trick pony.. I still recall the poignancy of the closing scene in Walkabout.. from the innocence and adventure to ---> some anonymous flat, cutting up part of some dead animal for dinner / cigarette in the ashtray / and a smarmy wannabe biznessman kinda guy for a mate, babbling office-speak at her, not *noticing* she was quite far away.. :(
Guess she wasn't a 'great' actress but - some moments of her performances have approached that.
Thanks for the reprise.
Ashton
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Post #39,738
5/23/02 10:22:42 PM
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At my brother's funeral.
My brother committed suicide at the age of 25. He was a stellar tennis player, having never been beaten in his 2 year collegiate efforts. At his funeral, the following poem was read:
1 The time you won your town the race
2 We chaired you through the market-place;
3 Man and boy stood cheering by,
4 And home we brought you shoulder-high.
5 To-day, the road all runners come,
6 Shoulder-high we bring you home,
7 And set you at your threshold down,
8 Townsman of a stiller town.
9 Smart lad, to slip betimes away
10 From fields where glory does not stay
11 And early though the laurel grows
12 It withers quicker than the rose.
13 Eyes the shady night has shut
14 Cannot see the record cut,
15 And silence sounds no worse than cheers
16 After earth has stopped the ears:
17 Now you will not swell the rout
18 Of lads that wore their honours out,
19 Runners whom renown outran
20 And the name died before the man.
21 So set, before its echoes fade,
22 The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
23 And hold to the low lintel up
24 The still-defended challenge-cup.
25 And round that early-laurelled head
26 Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
27 And find unwithered on its curls
28 The garland briefer than a girl's.
[link|http://www.library.utoronto.ca/utel/rp/poems/housman4.html|To an Athlete Dying Young]
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Post #39,941
5/26/02 1:25:09 AM
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Fortunate literary choice..
and certainly more poignant than most.
{sigh}
None of the stats about this epidemic of young people offing selves, begin to address the significance. If the immediate cause is an overdose of Pride, then it is of a Puritan sort - but that doesn't much square with the usual skepticism of the young (either).
Perhaps we need a Murican Housman to attempt to delve into the qualities of our culture which.. contribute to the recent increase of suicides, down into the teens - amidst all the current pseudo-wealth and noise.
It must be unbearably sad to have such close connection to a 'canary' (a sensitive One), while in the mineshaft -- nobody's yet looked in the cage and noticed this local proof that ~ "there's methane all over the place".
Ashton
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