But it as a lowly cookie that seems to elicit those instant remembrances of times now past.
New books. New ideas. For the first time in my life I began to understand that this "hidden" world was amazing, and it also revealed to me so much that I had been seeking for as long as I could remember.
We often look forward with anxiety to the time of old age, forgetting that at evening time it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A warmer breeze fans the sailor's face as he nears the shore of immortality; fewer waves ruffle his sea; quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the deepening flame of sincere feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the promised land, the happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with heavenly music. Some live here for years, and others arrive only a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth.
- from “Morning and Evening,” written by C.H. Spurgeon, revised and updated by Alistair Begg. Copyright © 2003, Good News Publishers and used by Truth For Life with written permission.
When I finally got a chance to visit Walt Disney World in the early 1990's, EPCOT was just over a decade old. It was a beautiful place to enter - the serene music, the park-like surroundings, the amazing fountain, the various pavilions and their vision of the future - and then the walk toward the international pavilions and the cultures they presented - so wonderful.
And just like a snap of the fingers, the place is thirty-five years old!
And by far the most memorable thing about EPCOT for me was not just finding authentic fish and chips at the British pavilion, but the fireworks show called "Illuminations".
WDW added a short commemoration of EPCOT's 35th Anniversary to the fireworks show. I wish I had been there, but the video is the next best thing...
I don't know what it is, but one hymn should always be played using bagpipes.
I remember that in 1972, a version of the traditional hymn was recorded by the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards. It reached the US pop music charts and during that year you could hear the sound of "Amazing Grace" played on the bagpipes almost anywhere there was a radio.
As the bagpipe version of the hymn became more popular, it came to be associated with funerals, particularly when the fallen being remembered were members of the military or public servants.
It was even played at Spock's funeral in The Wrath of Khan in 1982 by none other than Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott.
And so here's that same arrangement as the one I remember becoming popular in 1972 -- and it has that "it gets me every time" moment when the solo explodes into the full band version. It's the type of thing that I've asked God to include when we all get to heaven.
I have only been a novice video game player. I've owned a couple of game consoles (Atari, Game Boy, NintendoDS, Playstation, etc.) and we've had fun playing games like those Mario racing games and others.
But in 1993 (or soon after), I started reading about this game which relied upon the player to be part of the game - in fact the game revolved around the player being the catalyst of resolving the problems in the game itself.
I was too young to see the original series. It only ran for four years and so all I was able to see were reruns which started in 1962 - 1968. It along with Walt Disney's "World of Color" - and the animated features, of course - were what captured my imagination.
I was in the Millenium Hotel that lay at the base of the Towers. My room was about 10 stories off the ground and faced the courtyard between the Towers. I can still remember looking out the window and up and seeing the Towers shrouded in fog one morning so that the tops of the Towers could not be seen.
Seven months later, the Towers would collapse...
Never forget the lives lost so tragically and senselessly.
While strolling around the world wide web (does anyone use that reference anymore?), I found some interesting images of the solar eclipse last August.
It's still amazing how God has orchestrated such things and being able to capture these moments.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
'Tis a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.
- Hellen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
(This infographic shows the difference between eclipses.)
I turned the corner into the room at the Museum of Natural History in Washington, DC and I'm thinking my jaw must have hit the floor with an impressive thud.
Yeah, I'm sure people are sick of me talking about it. I'm not. (Bill types with a big grin on his face.)
I try and work into my story that I had been working on that dang novel for over 10 years.
And what gave me the idea for the story in the first place?
This story dropped into my Facebook newsfeed the other day. It's one of those universal tales that anyone who has cared for (a.k.a. "loved") a pet will recognize. CAUTION: Grab a few tissues; you might need them while you read this one.
Almost twelve years ago, I saw a flyer in a grocery store advertising a dog available for adoption. She was a year and half old, 35 pounds, and spayed after already birthing a litter. My wife and I met her a week after that. She was goofy and sweet, friendly to people, but couldn't stay with the multi-dog family who'd taken her off the streets. Any female canine within visual range was on her "kill" list. That's part of being born as a street dog. I brought her home in the passenger seat of my 2000 Chevy S-10 about two weeks later.
My wife named her Molly.
I had to update my iTunes programs the other day, and while I was waiting for the downloads and installs to complete, I happened to notice there was a new CD with music by Billy Ocean. And among those songs was the one I always think about when someone mentions his name.
"Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car"
And cue the "way back" music. I started laughing and remembered the song he released in 1988 which I thought was one of the most clever pop songs I had heard. Even after almost 30 years it still is a toe-tapper - and just plain fun. Check out the fashions of the day!!