lets think together

at last

letsthinktogether1 — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 09:43:37 GMT

Where all think alike, no one thinks very much.

Walter Lippmann
US author & journalist (1889 - 1974)

You create your opportunities by asking for them: Patty Hansen, Prevention Magazine, 11-05

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.: Mark Twain

US humorist, novelist, short story author, & wit (1835 - 1910)

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.: Edith Sitwell
English biographer, critic, novelist, & poet (1887 - 1964)

30 Destructive Principles of Gossip

letsthinktogether1 — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 09:22:23 GMT

People who gossip give themselves away. They tell how they truly feel about someone, but tell everyone BUT them.

People who gossip don't want to know the truth. If they did they would ask the one involved.

People who gossip believe lies, WANT to believe lies, and persuade others to believe lies.

Gossip is censorship and gross injustice. The one involved has no right to defend him/herself. Gossip is a Kangaroo Court.

People who gossip deceive themselves. They deny it is gossip by calling it by something else to justify it.

Gossip is conspiracy. "A plot by two or more people against..."

Gossip doesn't want to know "The rest of the story."

Because of judgmental attitudes, the one who gossips will avoid and alienate the subject of the gossip, believing lies. Usually, how much they gossip is proportional to how much they avoid them.

The one hearing the lie, then finding out the truth later on - will continue to cling to the original story, and will wind up still avoiding the one involved, since it's too humiliating to admit they were wrong. Subsequently, the subject of the gossip is the one who suffers alienation.

If you are carnally minded, your thinking will "Dovetail" with the mentality of the gossip system and it's whole network of lies. You will twist convenient pieces of any argument to support preconceived thinking.

Gossip sows seeds of mistrust. The ones involved cause the subject of the gossip to lose faith in them.

There is no accountability and no responsibility with gossip. A tabloid mentality says anything about anyone for any reason, and answers to no one.

However, gossip is worse than tabloid newspapers! At least with them, you can go to the local newsstand to find out what they are saying about you!

Gossip polarizes people. The gossiper winds up resenting the subject of the gossip, true or not.

Carnally minded people who hear the gossip know that it is a lie because they don't inconvenience themselves to find out the truth.

If they do hear "The rest of the story" they "Play the devil's advocate" against the victim.

Gossip is a "loyal" one way street. Mrs. A is loyal to Mrs. B. If you tell A something about B, she will check with B to verify it. But if they talk about YOU (an outsider), they will NEVER tell you what they said to verify anything. To question it would be for them to betray each other.

Gossip goes into denial by sticking to the original story, and grasping for straws to avoid truth.

Gossip has the uncanny ability of drawing more and more conclusions on less and less info.

When gossip reaches "Critical Mass", you have a lynch mob mentality. (Remember Rigoletto?)

Gossip has a "Built-it seeking mechanism". It gravitates toward those who promote it, and avoid those who expose it.

Gossip has a built-in protection mechanism:
a-Pride stands in the way of admitting that they gossip - so never find out the truth from "The horse's mouth".
b-Pride stands in the way of finding out the truth for fear they may have been wrong.
c-The more time goes by, the more cemented they are in their belief that it is true. Hitler once said "If you tell a lie long enough, people will believe it."
d-Pride stands in the way of apologizing to the subject that they drew conclusions without knowing all the facts.
e-The more loyal they are in their relationship, the more protected the gossip is. Just like the "Solemn oath" all the elephants took when gossiping about "Mrs. Jumbo and Dumbo". If the gossipers have a strongly established loyal tie with each other, the gossip is like protecting a secret oath.

Why is it when one gossips to another about a third person, it alienates that person. If they tell C what A said, they alienate themselves from A, if they tell A what B said, it alienates them from B.

Gossip uses sincere people unwittingly, causing lies to be more convincing, since those who hear them think they are the truth, and only perpetuate the scenario.

Gossip has the uncanny ability of benefiting the gossipers in areas of approbation, flattery, "mutual enemy society", all at the victim's expense.

After so much time goes by, people only have a general opinion of you (bad) w/o remembering the details and lies. Consequently, attempts to set the record straight is futile. (ie. The 10 O'clock news)

By taking part in gossip, in the final analysis you are an "Accessory to the crime".

Because of this, there is a "blackmail" protection built into it because each party can preventing them from "blowing the whistle" on each other.

The door is now wide open for gossip to have free reign. Once one gossip session is permitted, a precedent is now set for others - even sessions about YOU!

Beware! How much someone talks to you about others may be how much they talk to others about you!

reading and writing

letsthinktogether1 — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 15:11:18 GMT

It’s quite a sometime that I haven’t written, not that I didn’t want to, it was that I had so much to read.

You see there are sometimes that you think that you have read very little and you read all the time to read and read and read.

I love novels and I had found some sites that have novels, for free read or free downloads. The best things about these sites are that most of the novels are newly pressed.

There are lots of sites that have classic novels but newly pressed novels are hard to find.

And you know why??? Don’t you?

Of course, it’s because they have copy right law.

But we don’t have such a law.

I don’t know what kind of novels you like, so I will put the address of the sites for you. I hope you enjoy reading.

http://online-novels.blogspot.com/

PUPPIES FOR SALE

letsthinktogether1 — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 08:03:02 GMT

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about Nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he Felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the Eyes of a little boy.
Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle,"Here,Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself To a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need Someone who understands."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

happy new year

letsthinktogether1 — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:38:03 GMT

Einstein and his blindfriend.

letsthinktogether1 — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 12:51:46 GMT

This story shows how complex Einstein could be. Not long after his arrival in Princeton he was invited, by the wife of one of the professors of mathematics at Princeton, to be guest of honor at a tea.-Reluctantly, Einstein consented. After the tea had progressed for a time, the excited hostess, thrilled to have such an eminent guest of honor, fluttered out into the center of activity and with raised arms silenced the group. Bubbling out some words expressing her thrill and pleasure, she turned to Einstein and said: "I wonder, Dr. Einstein, if you would be so kind as to explain to my guests in a few words, just what is relativity theory ? "

Without any hesitation Einstein rose to his feet and told a story. He said he was reminded of a walk he one day had with his blind friend. The day was hot and he turned to the blind friend and said, "I wish I had a glass of milk."

"Glass," replied the blind friend, "I know what that is. But what do you mean by milk?"

"Why, milk is a white fluid," explained Einstein.

"Now fluid, I know what that is," said the blind man. "but what is white ? "

" Oh, white is the color of a swan's feathers."

" Feathers, now I know what they are, but what is a swan ? "

"A swan is a bird with a crooked neck."

" Neck, I know what that is, but what do you mean by crooked ? "

At this point Einstein said he lost his patience. He seized his blind friend's arm and pulled it straight. "There, now your arm is straight," he said. Then he bent the blind friend's arm at the elbow. "Now it is crooked."

"Ah," said the blind friend. "Now I know what milk is."

And Einstein, at the tea, sat down.

Valentine Roses

letsthinktogether1 — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 05:02:18 GMT

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

ABOUT IDEALS

letsthinktogether1 — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 06:49:18 GMT

"So the Prince set Cinderella upon his horse and took her away to his fairy kingdom. And when they arrived he put a crown of gold upon her head, and led her to a silver throne. And so they were married and lived happily ever after!"

The child of seven shut the green and gold book softly, almost reverently, and as the gilt-edged pages fell silently together she saw pictures before her half-shut eyes: the sweet, demure little maiden in the peasant's hut, the radiant lady in the ball-room, and the gracious princess clad in ermine and jewels. And the child sighed.

"My!" she whispered to herself, "if I were only the princess." And she began to dream again, only this time she herself was the heroine.

"Let me see," she murmured--for she had a little habit of thinking aloud--"I'll have black, black curls; and violet eyes; and an alabaster brow." (This description, of course, did not tally with the chubby baby face and straight little braids and round eyes which she really possessed.) "And the prince will be tall and dark, with a curly moustache and big brown eyes, and peaches-and-cream looking cheeks. And when we get married we will sit on lovely thrones with cushions, and look at each other, and eat ice cream all day long. Won't it be lovely!"

The child put the book carefully back on the shelf and went to the nearest mirror. Back at her looked the solemn eyes; unwinking, grave. And then she turned away and went to play with her dolls. For deep-rooted in her heart was the fearful thought that never, never would she look like a princess. And then, how could the prince--the tall, dark, gallant prince, who waited somewhere for her to grow up--marry her?

Return to Paradise

letsthinktogether1 — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 04:23:18 GMT

Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut and the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.
     She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible increased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.
     But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces.
     Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?

who is hussain

letsthinktogether1 — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 03:51:18 GMT