Laugh!!

Laugh,and the World Laughs With YOU,Cry,and YOu Cry Alone!

SO, Don't Be Alone, LAUGH,,Be STUPID,Breathe,Howl,Laugh!
Tips for More laughter in Your Life

Practice laughing 5 min/day.

Fake it till you make it.

Look for humor around you--on signs, in people's behavior, on TV, in the newspaper, the things others say, the crazy things that happen to you.--Keep a journal.

Share your embarrassing moments with other people.

Learn to play with things that are serious like work, social issues, money, etc. For example, use word play, silly songs, or develop a comical view of the issue to help you laugh and cope.

Laugh with other people when they laugh.

Wear a smile. It puts you closer to laughing.

Seek out entertainment which makes you laugh.

Amuse yourself with your own sense of humor.

Buy and listen daily to a tape of laughter, a laugh box, or a laughing toy.

Buy mindless toys that make you laugh.

Wear hats that make you laugh.

Cultivate your innate playfulness.

Be creative with fun.

Make sure you have fun.

Give yourself permission to laugh at anything you need to.

Do at least one silly, non-conforming thing a day.

ÓEnda Junkins, 3200 N. Macarthur Blvd., Ste. 106, Irving, Tx 752062, www.laughtertherapy.com. (972) ALL LAFF (255-5233)

Limits

Limits

Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which, I am not sure)
That I by now have walked for the last time
Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone

Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws,
Sets up a secret and unwavering scale
for all the shadows, dreams, and forms
Woven into the texture of this life.

If there is a limit to all things and a measure
And a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness,
Who will tell us to whom in this house
We without knowing it have said farewell?

Through the dawning window night withdraws
And among the stacked books which throw
Irregular shadows on the dim table,
There must be one which I will never read.

There is in the South more than one worn gate,
With its cement urns and planted cactus,
Which is already forbidden to my entry,
Inaccessible, as in a lithograph.

There is a door you have closed forever
And some mirror is expecting you in vain;
To you the crossroads seem wide open,
Yet watching you, four-faced, is a Janus.

There is among all your memories one
Which has now been lost beyond recall.
You will not be seen going down to that fountain
Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon.

You will never recapture what the Persian
Said in his language woven with birds and roses,
When, in the sunset, before the light disperses,
You wish to give words to unforgettable things.

And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake,
All that vast yesterday over which today I bend?
They will be as lost as Carthage,
Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt.

At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent
Murmur of crowds milling and fading away;
They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by;
Space, time, and Borges now are leaving me.

Jorge Luis Borges

Limits, it is something we reqire, but usually would rather ,we be the one to set them, either on our ownselves, but usualy others.

I take to heart Mr. Borges notion, and have for many years, that each moment,takes me to a direction , a place, a situation, an opportunity,to and from which , I will most likely never return or have. How and Why this occurs I do not know.
Perhaps I am a changed being who can never return, because of that change, better or for worse, to or from whence I came. My issue ,is the recurrence of situations,thoughts,that appear to have no better value for having repeated them. I suppose I did not learn my lesson? I do not know, but I accept and have gratitude for this ?phenomena?,as it make more precious any moment, a moment I never really experienced,knew existed,but the idea of not having it ,ever again,causes me to ponder, and appreciate the moments I do and have had.

Bill Swann D.O.

The Tales of the Sands

The Tales of the Sands
Spiritual Story by Idries Shah


A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found that as fast as it ran into the sand, its waters disappeared.

It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: "The Wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream."

The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed: that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.

"By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination."

"But how could this happen?"

"By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind."

This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?

"The wind," said the sand, "performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river."

"How can I know that this is true?"

"It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream."

"But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?"

"You cannot in either case remain so," the whisper said. "Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one."


This is the Story that lead to my ,changing my Life ,in a totally new direction.

It was 1975, I met my wife at a Bday party, a broad faced Filipina,with Big Eyes.

I asked to marry me,1st time I saw her. She did,the next day. That was 35 years ago

I'd say ,our marriage is work in progress, still, yet I received 3 lovely children,2 lovely grandchildren,am part of a lovely Bicol family, my life was change for the better.

Now, to surrender again,not to fate, but to ....


Bill Swann D.O.

GrandParentHood!

GrandParentHood

So, GrandParentHood, the Big Surprise,

we've , I've looked forward to, but..

It is like having your cake ,and eating it Too!

Like having Teenagers on the Night they get Busted,

and call you in the middle of the night to Help,realizing that they,

are still teenagers, Not quite ready for Natural Consequences,

and that they are still Loved So Much and are still needed,by you.

It is , about getting, being Olde,Older, but ,Feeling ,So YOung again.

It is about ,Age,having a Purpose, and your Children realizing that.

It is about, compassion and Patience, Understanding and Fortitude.

GrandParentHood is about All That, Love, and most of All,about Hope!

(with a little Narcissm)but Oh,So ,Awesome and Humbling! I Love It!

Bill Swann D.O.

Be a simple, kind of man.

Simple Man
by Lynyrd Skynyrd(songwriters: Van Zant, Rossington

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHQ_aTjXObs&feature=PlayList&p=E77689B4B7026047&index=87

Mama Told Me When I Was Young
Come Sit beside Me, My Only Son
And Listen Closely To What I Say.
And if you do this
It'll Help You Some Sunny Day, Oh Yeah
, take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles Will Come and They Will Pass.
You'll Find the Woman, Yeah Yeah, You'll Find the One
And Don't Forget Son
There Is Someone up above,

chorus
and be a simple, kind of man.
Will be something, you love and understand.
be a simple, kind of man. What will you do this for me son, if you can

Forget your Lust , for the rich man's Gold
All That You Need, Is in Your Soul,
and You Can Do This, Oh Baby, If You Try.
All That I Want for You My Son,
Is to Be Satisfied.

chorus
and be a simple, kind of man.
Will be something, you love and understand.
be a simple, kind of man. What will you do this for me son, if you can

Baby be a simple, yet simple man.
Oh be something, You Love and Understand.
Baby be a simple, kind of man,.... Be a simple, kind of man.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHQ_aTjXObs&feature=PlayList&p=E77689B4B7026047&index=87

NINE WORDS WOMEN USE & One Phrase a Man Should Use

NINE WORDS WOMEN USE & One Phrase a Man Should Use
(1) Fine:This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes:If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing:This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead:This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh:This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That's Okay:This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks:A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').
(8) Whatever:Is a woman's way of saying F--YOU!
(9) Don't worry about it, I got it:Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.

10) Yes Dear This is Why and What Men say,to get the Last Word, in Every Conversation with a Woman.

THE BULLMASTIFF

THE BULLMASTIFF

THE GAMEKEEPERS NIGHT DOG

By David Hancock (U.K.)

"Mr. Burton of Thorneywood Kennels brought to the show one night a dog (not for competition) and offered one pound to any person who could escape from the securely muzzled dog. One of the spectators who had experience with dogs volunteered and amused a large assembly of sportsmen and keepers who had gathered there. The man was given a long start, and the muzzled dog slipped after him. The animal caught him immediately and knocked him down with the first spring.

"The latter tried bravely to hold his own, but was floored every time he got to his feet, ultimately being kept to the ground until the owner of the dog released him. the man had three rounds with the powerful canine, but was beaten each time and was unable to escape."


This fascinating cameo of a man vs. dog contest appeared in The Field on August 20, 1901. With poaching (especially deer poaching) on the increase again, with human staff costing so much nowadays, and the law of the land almost favoring trespassers--especially those apprehended as poachers who plead "trespass" as their only offense--it is suprising that the "gamekeepers night dog" isn't more widely used.

The "night dog" referred to is of course the Bullmastiff, the only British breed ever specifically produced for guard duties and from two of the oldest, purest and bravest breeds. Technically created in modem times, it existed for centuries in the form of the lighter Mastiff when used as a hunting dog, and then the bigger, faster Bulldog when used for bull-baiting. It can be argued that the Bullmastiff is a truer descendant of the original Bulldog than the modem breed of that very name.

Not recognized by the Kennel Club as a breed until 1924--but used previously by gamekeepers--these dogs have the Mastiff instinct to pin their quarry rather than to bite, and to attack a man and throw him to the ground every time he tries to get to his feet--without ever using their teeth to savage him.

Mr. S.Moseley, from his Farcroft kennels, stabilized the modern breed after many previous trial crosses of Bulldog and Mastiff. There are similarities with the French equivalent, the Dogue De Bordeaux and the Neapolitan Mastiff, indicating a breed type in history, perhaps together with the Brazilian Guard Dog, The Tosa--The Japanese Fighting Dog--and the new extinct German Bullenbeisser.


What was being sought was a "gamekeepers dog". Just as the poacher needed his "Lurcher" to locate, chase, kill and retrieve game silently and slickly, so the game-keeper required a powerful, well-disciplined dog to find, seize and detain the poacher. This was not a task for a light, nervous, noisy, fidgety, ill-disciplined dog, but for the strong, silent type, able on command to knock down then hold down a young, healthy countryman, possibly after tracking him or quietly observing his acting illegally.

The requirement decided, the end product was then designed for the purpose in mind. Undoubtedly, more than two components were involved, the Great Dane and the yellow Labrador type of gun dog, which was beginning to emerge about that time, being likely ingredients. But in essence it was a cross between the Bulldog--tough, tenacious, fuss less, brave and with silent self-reliance- and the Mastiff--immensely powerful, trustworthy, fearsome in appearance but stable by nature, loyal and brave, which produced the Bullmastiff--27 inches at the withers, some ten stones of muscular guard dog.

From these carefully selected ancestors -- specifically purpose bred -- came a strapping, fearless, superbly proportioned, imposing-looking animal, combining the massiveness and sheer pugnacity of appearance of the age-old beautifully natured Mastiff breed, with the famed courage and proven endurance of the renowned Bulldog.

These two famous breeds gave the modern Bullmastiff three priceless qualities, ideal in combination for a guard dog; superb temperament --even tempered, level headed, magnanimous and never excitable; a silent, steadfast, almost arrogant bearing; and most importantly, the instinct to pin the quarry rather than to bite. The powerful Bullmastiff doesn’t savage its target or "worry" the arm of the standing "wanted" man. He has all the necessary strength to use his inherited impulse to pin his victim to the floor or a wall. But before the action even begins, there is the considerable deterrent value of the Bullmastiffs sheer physical size, pugnacious, black masked face and his impressive, almost regally impassive composure. He really looks the part.

Capable of quite astounding speed off the mark, immensely strong and --although large and heavy-- an essentially active dog, the Bullmastiff has superb self-reliance. He stands as if he owns the ground he stands on, looks you in the eye as an equal and yields to no one. Don't expect subservience from this breed. However, gain the confidence of one, together with his respect, and you have the best guard-companion of all dogs.

Not to be chained up in the backyard or confined to a small run, the Bullmastiff must be made a member of the household and ideally taken to a training class to get used to other dogs. Well-trained from young puppyhood, they are the most trustworthy. With his keen hard expression and well-arched neck, a young Bullmastiff is very proud and full of himself. This admirable self-assurance has to be utilized to good effect by firm, consistent training so that he becomes equally proud of his self restraint.

This formidable dog is well-behaved with children, never loses his temper and tolerates endless teasing. He is responsive to training, intelligent and faithful by nature. Used as a guard dog in such widely separated situations as the Mau-Mau emergency in Kenya, in the Kimberley diamond mines in South Africa, and on John D. Rockefeller's huge country estate in New York State, the Bullmastiff is now used mainly by discerning private owners as companion/guard.

The Bullmastiff doesn’t snap or nip and seldom barks. He can track as well as guard, is easy to train and control, and tolerates -- perhaps more than any other breed -- children. On duty, he does not savage his prey but silently and effectively detains it. That great, powerful head with the ferocious, scowling, black mask and the lasting impression of physical power, make the Bullmastiff a formidable, commanding figure for any wrongdoer to confront.

A loyal, faithful, even-tempered, noble breed, Bullmastiffs make superb companion-guards and do not have that restless energy which demands a vast amount of exercise.

When all is said and done about the various breeds available as guard dogs, the Bullmastiff is the professional. He was bred for the part. After all, who would employ a shepherd as a night watchman when a security guard is available? And which would you prefer to be guarded by, a lion or a wolf? The Bullmastiff is the lion of the dog world. He is massive, arrogant, powerful and brave--a truly underrated, undervalued king among dogs.

THE BULLMASTIFF

As with any "man-made" breed, the Bullmastiff did not emerge overnight. It took many long years and some very dedicated people to bring about the breed as it is today. Documented in England as early as 1860. The American Kennel Club acknowledged the breed in October 1933. In England, they were recognized in 1924. The breed originated from a need to protect gamekeepers estates from poachers, hence the name Gamekeepers Night Dog.

Needed was a dog that could down and "hold" a man without injury. Punishment for poachers in those days was hanging in the town square, as a deterrent to others. After trying several breeds, they came up with a mixture of 60% old English Mastiff, for its courageousness and size and 40% Old English Bulldog, for its strength and agility. These traits are still very evident in todays Bullmastiff.

Brindle was the original or preferred color for the Bullmastiff, although they came in a variety of hues from light fawn to deep rich reds.

Bullmastiffs are extremely loving, giving animals. They will become totally loyal to those that love and care for them, and make excellent family dogs. Don’t be taken by their docile nature - a Bullmastiff, when alerted to danger, is one of the best guard dogs, and will protect their family and property without fear for themselves. They usually love to hunt and track, and we are pleased to see more in the obedience trials. Some are now being used as companion dogs.

Each Bullmastiff has a distinct personality. Usually with very visible traits of its lineage. They will amuse you, love you, guard you and generally become "one of the family" - not just the family dog. Treat them with love and kindness and your reward will be overwhelming


I Agree ,We All Love "Shanti" our Bull Mastiff SweetHeart.

Bill Swann D.O.

Henry William Tversky

Henry was born 06:57,on the 9th of December. A bit earlier than 22 Jan, but APGARs of 5/5 despite being 6 weeks early. Von , worked thru most of her labor, went to the hospital after passing her mucous plug, and walked 2 blocks with Jody, arriving 9cm dilated. 6 hours later ,she delivered Henry William.

Both are Well, but Henry has to stay in the hospital until he is 36 weeks old, on principle, Von leaves on Friday.

Take Care.

Bill

Volcanos & Me

So here is my Volcano story. In 2002 a wife and I visited her home in the Philippines which hosts the most perfect home volcano in the world the Mayan Volcano. It happened be erupting a year which it does about every 5 to 10 years however this eruption was to be awesome. For almost 2 weeks and watched it billow and a lava flow. The lava flow from our perspective and according to thousands of other Filipinos mostly Catholic look like the Mother Mary. At one point when we were in Legaspi, a power classic cloud came hurtling down the mountain, Volcano side towards probable the home of my wife's mother. The sky turned dark -- filled the sky we race towards her home and thankfully the clock stopped like hitting a giant wall approximately 2 km from our home. Everyone was okay except that thousands of refugees who are fortunate to be on the western side of the Mayan Volcano. Thankfully I had several boxes of antibiotics have been given from drug let's and we were able to help treat their bronchitis that they receive from the inhalation of fashion the fumes. However nothing could be done for their homes and for their animals who were incinerate. A few days before we left for my most memorable times in my life was climbing up to the roof of a storage building at my mother-in-law, my wife's father's sister my wife and myself drinking and one from mixed in young coconut milk picked right from the tree and watching the volcano's light and light show and flow the same time being gifted with a meteor shower, a full moon and starlight. It was awesome with three of my favorite people in the world and nature at her finest, most awesome and most furious. A day or two before we left the volcano erupted by Krakatoa throwing out boulders the size of cars small earthquakes. That of course was a time when video camera ran out of batteries. The memory, the vision and sounds will always be mine. That's my Volcano story, and my Volcano eruption of 2000.
Bill Swann D.O.
I heard somewhere take care

Written by Meg
Sunday, 01 November 2009 14:40
Today is a memorial service in New York, in honor of Craig Arnold, a man I never knew. Why then do I want to honor him?

I think it is because he brushed my soul from afar. Craig was a poet and a pilgrim who was lost last summer hiking on a volcanic island in Japan. He wrote in his blog, The Volcano Pilgrim: "...thinking of Pompeii and Vesuvius, of cities and civilazations laid low by disaster, of the utter indifference of geology to humanity. The Volcano Pilgrim has dedicated the last three years to the belief that one need not shrink from the sublime. Nay, rather, one may seek it out, with a pack on your back and a stick in your hand, liberal applications of sunblock and when necessary a gas mask over your face. He recognizes that chasing this particular dragon may not strike some people as entirely healthy or balanced behavior, but the nature of that imbalance is one of the things he hopes in the course of the journey to understand."

This is a journey I am following as well, in my own quest to feel the earth's power to transform and to heal, as well as to create and to destroy. I don't claim to understand what draws me to this particular form of fire, but I know that it gives me energy and passion. As the earth reveals its heart-blood lava, I am transfixed and transformed. I acknowledge a higher power, one that is indifferent to humanity and yet is the very earth that nourishes and sustains our existence. I will spend this day remembering a soul mate I have never met.




Ancient Volcano's Devastating Effects Confirmed

A massive volcanic eruption that occurred in the distant past killed off much of central India's forests and may have pushed humans to the brink of extinction, according to a new study that adds evidence to a controversial topic.
The Toba eruption, which took place on the island of Sumatra in Indonesia about 73,000 years ago, released an estimated 800 cubic kilometers of ash into the atmosphere that blanketed the skies and blocked out sunlight for six years. In the aftermath, global temperatures dropped by as much as 16 degrees centigrade (28 degrees Fahrenheit) and life on Earth plunged deeper into an ice age that lasted around 1,800 years.
In 1998, Stanley Ambrose, an anthropology professor at the University of Illinois, proposed in the Journal of Human Evolution that the effects of the Toba eruption and the Ice Age that followed could explain the apparent bottleneck in human populations that geneticists believe occurred between 50,000 and 100,000 years ago. The lack of genetic diversity among humans alive today suggests that during this time period humans came very close to becoming extinct.
To test his theory, Ambrose and his research team analyzed pollen from a marine core in the Bay of Bengal that had a layer of ash from the Toba eruption. The researchers also compared carbon isotope ratios in fossil soil taken from directly above and below the Toba ash in three locations in central India - some 3,000 miles from the volcano - to pinpoint the type of vegetation that existed at various locations and time periods.
Heavily forested regions leave carbon isotope fingerprints that are distinct from those of grasses or grassy woodlands.
The tests revealed a distinct change in the type of vegetation in India immediately after the Toba eruption. The researchers write in the journal Palaeogeography, Palaeoclimatology, Palaeoecology that their analysis indicates a shift to a "more open vegetation cover and reduced representation of ferns," which grow in humid conditions, all of which "would suggest significantly drier conditions in this region for at least 1,000 years after the Toba eruption."
The dryness probably also indicates a drop in temperature "because when you turn down the temperature you also turn down the rainfall," Ambrose said. "This is unambiguous evidence that Toba caused deforestation in the tropics for a long time."
He also concluded that the disaster may have forced the ancestors of modern humans to adopt new cooperative strategies for survival that eventually permitted them to replace Neanderthals and other archaic human species.
Although humans survived the event, researchers have detected increasing activity underneath a caldera at Yellowstone National Park, where some suspect another supervolcanic eruption will eventually take place. Though not expected to occur anytime soon, a Yellowstone eruption could coat half the United States in a layer of ash up to 3 feet (1 meter) deep.

Why I Love my Sky Deck,Tai Ji Studio,my MotorCycle ,my Cello,My Job and my Dogs

Why I Love my Sky Deck and Tai Ji Studio

Proverbs 21:9

It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.



Why are some men always away from home? They hunt, work extra hours, golf, live in their workshop, manicure the lawn, stay in the basement, or listen to music with headphones. Why? They are avoiding the dreadful creature they foolishly married.

God created Eve to be the perfect companion for Adam (Gen 2:18). Marriage gives a man his own wife for pleasant company, mutual help, and sexual pleasure. But sin corrupted God's design, and selfish women became yapping, nagging irritants at home.

How did we corrupt God's creation (Eccl 7:29)? A man's greatest pleasure becomes his greatest pain! His greatest treasure his greatest loss! His best friend his worst enemy! His source of peace and comfort his endless misery (12:4)! See the comments on 19:13. When the victim realizes his grave error, his spirit is stricken, and he is forced to surrender and withdraw to find his only comfort in the quiet solitude of other pursuits.

A brawling woman is a noisily quarrelsome, wrangling, clamorous, noisy, and bawling woman. You have mostly heard her - she is usually talking, correcting, debating, scolding, suggesting, reminding, and otherwise making herself an unbearable nuisance. Attempts to correct her meet with failure, for her unruly pride cannot submit or shut up.

How widespread is the problem? Solomon warns us five other times with proverbs similar to this one (12:4; 19:13; 21:19; 25:24; 27:15-16). It is a common problem, especially in our rebellious age, when women no longer know their God-ordained place.

It is better ... do you hear the Preacher? He gives one of the wise priorities of life. It is better to live on the roof than in a large house with such a woman. It is better to be single, alone and lonely, than to cohabit with this onerous wretch in a joyless marriage.

The infinite God, who created the woman for the man, declared that a meek and quiet spirit is of great price, far more valuable than improvement in appearance (I Pet 3:3-4). External decorating can never cover the inward blemish of a contentious spirit (11:22; 27:15-16). He promised such a woman will be praised by husband and children (31:28).

Young man, reject her! Thoughtless impulse, desperate need, or foolish infatuation will torment you fifty years. Let married men meet and test your prospect and her mother; let them check for a whiff of that odious spirit. Any character flaw you find before marriage will be ten times worse later (30:21-23). And this deformity does not improve with age!

Henpecked husband, have you already married poorly? If she fears the LORD, take her to the tribunal of Scripture and let her read her Creator's orders. Find a church where the man of God will rebuke and instruct her for you. Expose her to gracious women. If she does not fear the Lord, pick the corner of the roof with the least exposure!
Graciousness will secure you perpetual respect (11:16); reverence will earn you everlasting esteem (Eph 5:33; I Pet 3:5-6); quiet reserve will exalt your spirit (17:27).