Saturday, February 25, 2017

Saturday Poetry - Percy Bysshe Shelley



Amid the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle, and is now the grave
Of an extinguished people,—so that Pity

Weeps o’er the shipwrecks of Oblivion’s wave,
There stands the Tower of Famine. It is built
Upon some prison-homes, whose dwellers rave

For bread, and gold, and blood: Pain, linked to Guilt,
Agitates the light flame of their hours,
Until its vital oil is spent or spilt.

There stands the pile, a tower amid the towers 
And sacred domes; each marble-ribbed roof,
The brazen-gated temples, and the bowers

Of solitary wealth,--the tempest-proof
Pavilions of the dark Italian air,--
Are by its presence dimmed--they stand aloof, 

And are withdrawn—so that the world is bare;
As if a spectre wrapped in shapeless terror
Amid a company of ladies fair

Should glide and glow, till it became a mirror
Of all their beauty, and their hair and hue,
The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error,
Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew. 

Saturday, February 04, 2017

Saturday Poetry - The Sweet Hussy, Thomas Hardy

In his early days he was quite surprised
 When she told him she was compromised
 By meetings and lingerings at his whim,
 And thinking not of herself but him;
 While she lifted orbs aggrieved and round
 That scandal should so soon abound,
 (As she had raised them to nine or ten
 Of antecedent nice young men):
 And in remorse he thought with a sigh,
 How good she is, and how bad am I! -
 It was years before he understood
 That she was the wicked one - he the good.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Saturday Poetry - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
 To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
 And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
 Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

 I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
 I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Saturday Poetry - On A Vulgar Error, C.S. Lewis



C. S. Lewis


On A Vulgar Error

No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not
Invariably think the newer way Prosaic
mad, inelegant, or what not.

Was the first pointed arch esteemed a blot
Upon the church? Did anybody say How
modern and how ugly? They did not.

Plate-armour, or windows glazed, or verse fire-hot
With rhymes from France, or spices from Cathay,
Were these at first a horror? They were not.

If, then, our present arts, laws, houses, food
All set us hankering after yesterday,
Need this be only an archaising mood?

Why, any man whose purse has been let blood
By sharpers, when he finds all drained away
Must compare how he stands with how he stood.

If a quack doctor's breezy ineptitude
Has cost me a leg, must I forget straightway
All that I can't do now, all that I could?

So, when our guides unanimously decry
The backward glance, I think we can guess why.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Miss World 2010

The 60th Miss World pageant was held on October 30, 2010, in Sanya, People's Republic of China, after Vietnam backed out of the hosting contract. Kaiane Aldorino of Gibraltar crowned her successor

Alexandria Mills from United States as Miss World 2010. Nice..
.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

A New Pageant. . .




A new pageant. . .

I got nothin'.

Saturday Poetry - Untitled Poem, Nathaniel Whitly




Nathaniel Whitely



Created on: February 10, 2008


Archer, Archer!
Take Aim!
Nock your shaft,
bend your bow.

Become the arrow,
and with its loose,
let the string cut straight through you.

With this shot, you die.
With the next, you are reborn.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Miss California 2011




Alyssa Campanella, from Hillsborough, CA, is Miss California 2011. She's 21 and a LA native. She looks pretty good in a bikini, too.


Monday, June 20, 2011

Miss USA



and Miss California takes it!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Saturday Poetry - David Hulme, Fields of Green

GFields of Green

David Hulme




Now Paradise is very nice,
But give me fields of green,
Where regimented targets stand,
And archers can be seen.

Where time begins to lose its beat
In leisured conversation,
And archers bend the bow complete
In measured concentration.

Where day on day can slip away
In soothing repetition,
Where scores are reached - and often breached -
In friendly competition.

Yes, Paradise is very nice,
It's here between the row
Of targets and the shooting line
And archers in the bow.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

AB 144

Assemblyman Portantino's unpopular bill has moved to the Senate committee on appropriation.

And we wait...

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Saturday Poetry - If, Rudyard Kipling

If

Rudyard Kipling



If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

"If—" is a poem written in 1895 by British Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling.

It was first published in the "Brother Square Toes" chapter of Rewards and Fairies, Kipling's 1910 collection of short stories and poems.

Like William Ernest Henley's "Invictus", it is a memorable evocation of Victorian stoicism and the "stiff upper lip" that popular culture has made into a traditional British virtue. Its status is confirmed both by the number of parodies it has inspired, and by the widespread popularity it still enjoys amongst Britons. It is often voted Britain's favourite poem.

The poem's line, "If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same" is written on the wall of the Centre Court players' entrance at the British tennis tournament, Wimbledon, and the entire poem was read in a promotional video for the Wimbledon 2008 gentleman's final by Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal.

According to Kipling in his autobiography Something of Myself, posthumously published in 1937, the poem was inspired by Dr. Leander Starr Jameson, who in 1895 led a raid by British forces against the Boers in South Africa, subsequently called the Jameson Raid. This defeat increased the tensions that ultimately led to the Second Boer War. The British press, however, portrayed Jameson as a hero in the middle of the disaster, and the actual defeat as a British victory

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Second Amendment Decal Warning

From Instapundit

Ammoland

What a sad waste of time.

New semi-auto rifle, part 2

I was shopping at Bud's Gun Shop when I may have found what will fit my needs: http://www.budsgunshop.com/catalog/product_info.php/cPath/36_589/products_id/46038.

But it's not a .308.

Gold, Silver

Gold is currently 1541.90, silver is 37.38.

An ounce.

Oy.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

New semi-auto rifle

I've got a Marlin .22, but I'm thinking of a new semi-auto. So what's available?

Winchester, Remington, Ruger, Marlin, Savage. Let's take a look, shall we?

Winchester

One bolt action, and six lever actions. That's it--nothing else.

Remington

Three semi-autos, three bolt action, and one lonely pump. Two of the three semi-autos are styled like a ubiquitous AR-15 and the third is the 750, available in synthetic, wood, and carbine length. Not too bad--unless one looks at the price!!

Ruger

They've got their SR-556, the Mini-14 and the Mini-30. That's it.

Marlin

They've got nothing except for big bore lever action and bolt action rifles.

Savage

Much as I like Savage for their .22s, they've got nothing except for bolt actions.

So what's a poor blogger to do? Haunt the local used gun shops and hit the pawn shops...

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Miss America 2011

Miss America 2011 is Teresa Scanlan, formerly Miss Nebraska:



Teresa Scanlan, Miss Nebraska, was one of the youngest competitors on the show. After being crowned the winner of the 2011 Miss America Pageant, she burst into tears and raised her arms up as Cameron pinned the crown to her head.

Saturday, January 09, 2010

Gold and Silver

Gold is up $10, at $1135 an ounce. Silver is up a fraction, at 18.37 an ounce. Grr.

Saturday Poetry




Phillip Ayres, 1638 - 1712

An Ode of Anacreon


My hairs are hoary, wrinkled is my Face,
I lose my strength, and all my manly grace
My eyes grow dim, my teeth are broke or gone,
And the best part of all my life is done;

I'm drown'd in cares, and often sigh and weep;
My spirits fail me, broken is my sleep
Thoughts of the gaping grave distract my head;
For in its paths, 'wake or asleep, we tread;

None can from it by art their feet restrain
Nor back, tho' wide its gates, can come again.
Then since these ills attend the life of man,
Let's make their burden easy as we can.

Cares are no cares, but whilst on them we think,
To clear our minds of such dull thoughts, let's drink.