Sunday, May 06, 2007

Happy B Day TMW

Alright it's tmw's b-day so all i say to her is "happy b-day mom :)".

13 comments:

The Merry Widow said...

Thank you, Dear!
Good morning, G*D bless and Maranatha!

tmw
You are being a gentleman by NOT stating my age!

nanc said...

...she's still gotcha thinkin' she's 39, eh?

Anonymous said...

How many birthday's are you havin' today, tmw?

Beats spendin' $4.00 for a card at Halmark, doesn't it, pf?

I love the internet.

The Merry Widow said...

FJ-Spread the love...
Good morning, G*D bless and Maranatha!

tmw

Anonymous said...

"barely warm embers of wrath?"

Good mornin' pf & tmw!

PhoenixFire said...

O.K. FJ so i'm not a writer i'm more of a reader but when i find some useless to talk about you'll be the first to know. You can still feed my wolf though. :)

Anonymous said...

Thanks pf. Useless talk is my "specialty". I'm a "grasshopper" of sorts.

Plato, "Phaedrus"

SOCRATES: Any one may see that there is no disgrace in the mere fact of writing.

PHAEDRUS: Certainly not.

SOCRATES: The disgrace begins when a man writes not well, but badly.

PHAEDRUS: Clearly.

SOCRATES: And what is well and what is badly--need we ask Lysias, or any other poet or orator, who ever wrote or will write either a political or any other work, in metre or out of metre, poet or prose writer, to teach us this?

PHAEDRUS: Need we? For what should a man live if not for the pleasures of discourse? Surely not for the sake of bodily pleasures, which almost always have previous pain as a condition of them, and therefore are rightly called slavish.

SOCRATES: There is time enough. And I believe that the grasshoppers chirruping after their manner in the heat of the sun over our heads are talking to one another and looking down at us. What would they say if they saw that we, like the many, are not conversing, but slumbering at mid-day, lulled by their voices, too indolent to think? Would they not have a right to laugh at us? They might imagine that we were slaves, who, coming to rest at a place of resort of theirs, like sheep lie asleep at noon around the well. But if they see us discoursing, and like Odysseus sailing past them, deaf to their siren voices, they may perhaps, out of respect, give us of the gifts which they receive from the gods that they may impart them to men.

PHAEDRUS: What gifts do you mean? I never heard of any.

SOCRATES: A lover of music like yourself ought surely to have heard the story of the grasshoppers, who are said to have been human beings in an age before the Muses. And when the Muses came and song appeared they were ravished with delight; and singing always, never thought of eating and drinking, until at last in their forgetfulness they died. And now they live again in the grasshoppers; and this is the return which the Muses make to them--they neither hunger, nor thirst, but from the hour of their birth are always singing, and never eating or drinking; and when they die they go and inform the Muses in heaven who honours them on earth. They win the love of Terpsichore for the dancers by their report of them; of Erato for the lovers, and of the other Muses for those who do them honour, according to the several ways of honouring them;--of Calliope the eldest Muse and of Urania who is next to her, for the philosophers, of whose music the grasshoppers make report to them; for these are the Muses who are chiefly concerned with heaven and thought, divine as well as human, and they have the sweetest utterance. For many reasons, then, we ought always to talk and not to sleep at mid-day.

PHAEDRUS: Let us talk.

Anonymous said...

ps - and writting "well" takes practice. Now's the time to start forming "good" habits!

PhoenixFire said...

:0. (Tongue tied).

Anonymous said...

;& - tongue tied?

PhoenixFire said...

That's alot of cut and paste lol.

Anonymous said...

Well, you don't expect me to reinvent the wheel for each discussion, do ya? LOL!

PhoenixFire said...

There such a thing called a wheel 0.0! :)