Each of the over 25 conditions or systems listed on the left side has around 4 pages of information including how Kombucha might relieve or help your body cure or prevent that condition. So if you, a family member, or a close friend has one of the conditions…simply click on the condition for more information.
Kombucha is an Oriental folk medicine or home remedy. Sort of a poor man’s medicine chest. Since 400 BC cures and improvements in health have been credited to Kombucha for everything from arthritis to zits. Even pets and livestock can benefit from Kombucha.
Kombucha is commonly called a mushroom because of its shape but is positively NOT a mushroom. It is actually a “complex symbiosis of friendly bacteria and beneficial yeasts” that encases itself in cellulose covering. I had an email from Russia recently including an article by the hermitess Anastasia. She claims Kombucha is a gift from outer space. Yeah, right. It does have a flying saucer shape though.
I’m not going to eat that thing….let Mikey eat it.
You don’t eat the Kombucha mushroom (culture). You drink the tart tasting fermented tea it produces. Three, 4 ounce glasses a day is the average amount needed for most people.
Briefly, here’s how it works:
You put the Kombucha mushroom in a bowl of sweet black tea (plain old orange pekoe and pekoe) and let it ferment for 12 to 14 days. The caffeine and sugar in the tea fuels the fermentation. A marvelous chemical transformation takes place resulting in a tart-tasting tea containing a cornucopia of important acids plus vitamins C, B1, B2, B3, B6, and B12. Other substances are also produced with an antibiotic, antiseptic and detoxifying properties. More complete details are in the ABOUT KOMBUCHA section. The mushroom also reproduces itself every fermentation cycle.
Yeasts in general contain many important minerals and we assume that they transfer directly and accurately in small quantities to Kombucha fermented tea:
Chromium plays a role in regulating your blood glucose level. Recent studies indicate it may prevent artery disease and help lower cholesterol levels. It also helps build muscle tissue.
Iron helps transport oxygen in your blood and releases it to all your body’s tissues.
Phosphorus works with calcium to maintain your bones’ growth and strength.
Potassium helps regulate your body fluids including your blood. It has a direct influence on your blood pressure.
Sodium is found in your body fluids. It helps keep your fluid levels balanced. It also helps your muscles contract, powering your moves.
Sulphur is needed in many parts of your body, in proteins used for hair, nails and cartilage. Also in the B vitamins thiamin and biotin and in your liver for helping remove toxins.
It is generally recommended that Kombucha should be taken early in the morning on an empty stomach. Sip it slowly rather than gulping it down. The other glasses can be taken after lunch and after dinner. For weight loss, drink Kombucha before or during meals.
Complete brewing instructions are included
with every mushroom order.
You drink the tea to strengthen the body’s systems, normalize functions, improve specific conditions and overall health. Most people enjoy an average of 6 benefits from drinking Kombucha. Aged fermented tea and pieces of mushroom are useful in
“When a man opens a car door for his wife, it’s either a new car or a new wife.”
1. A cautious man parks a car in Prague on a busy road, but before leaving for a restaurant he leaves a sign behind the window:
“I don’t have a car radio, the engine is jammed, the tank unfilled and the trunk is empty. When he returns to his car two hours later there is a message written under his:”
“So then those wheels you wouldn’t miss too!”
2. Last night, the news said everyone who was going to travel in this weather should have snow chains, a tow rope, a flashlight, a jack, a blanket, a shovel, and a spare wheel… Well, I looked like an idiot on the bus this morning.
3. The biker turns to the neighbor’s bed in the hospital and says;
“Does it seem to me that we’ve met before?”
Yeah, that’s why we both lying here…
4. American, German, and Czech talk about the value of their cars.
The American says, “My car cost me three months’ salaries.”
A German added: My car cost me about 6 months of salary.
Czech: “My car cost me my whole life savings.
Both of them turn to him and whistle: “Gee, you got such an expensive car?”
(This can be understood only by those, who lived in socialism…)
When some family had a car, usually 10 and up yrs old, then father and sons spent every minute of their free time under it, repairing it and hunting after parts (which was a miracle to find…)
5. “My uncle is a genius,” boasts a friend Josef, “he took the engine from Mercedes, seats from Cadillac, wheels
from Ford …”
“So, what he made out? A new car?” Asks a curious friend. “No, three years in jail.”
6. “Dad, why don’t you ever let me drive our car? I am old enough. ”
The son begs his father. “You maybe, but not the car yet!”
7. The truck driver says to his retarded help man: “Go ahead and show me where to go.”
So, he gets off and shows: “You can, you can, you can’t…now come and see what you did!”
8. 10% of all road accidents are caused by drunk driving.
It is logical to conclude that sober driving is much more dangerous.
9. The cop stops the car, run by an old lady:
“Lady, you have exceeded eighty, you know that?”
“I just look like it in that wig!” The woman defends herself.
10. The couple buys a used but still good-looking car in a used car bazaar and heads home with it. Halfway down,
however, their engine dies, and they both get off and push the car up the hill ahead. After fifty meters, the
man turns to his wife and says, “I already know what that fool meant when he told us this car needed almost no
11. Shining Volvo rides through a Jewish neighborhood when suddenly fart, fart … and the car dies. Half the city
meets around the car, but no one knows what to do when it comes to calling young Isaac, a great talent on cars.
Isaac punches the engine three times with a hammer and the car drives like a new one.
“What am I owe you?” Asks the owner of the vehicle. “Two hundred”, Isaac doesn’t hesitate. “Could I get a
receipt?” the man asks.
“Oh, yeah,” Isaac says and writes on paper:
Three hammer blows- 5 crowns, knowing where 195 crowns.
12. The head of the madhouse hospital leading foreign visitors…
“And here we have car fools.”
“But there is no one here, say surprised visitors!” “You are mistaking, all are under the bed repairing.”
13. “By the way, mister mechanic, don’t forget to fix my horn!”
“Why do you care so much about the horn, sir?”
“Because my brakes don’t work!”
Nice drive wishes from
“Animals are my friends…and I don’t eat my friends.”
― George Bernard Shaw
Hello vegetarians, vegans, and others who can see the value in becoming such!
I may have a lot to share with many of you, but I leave that to the possible development of interest in my series of sharing with you important information, personal experiences, etc. There are studies I conducted and many articles came from various resources. I do not wish to claim my right on all, but for the purpose of education and from that very real positive impact on everything around us, including, of course, our health and so on, this should be considered as sharing for the good of all.
Well, It seems to me that it would be better to start from a different angle with this particular article.
We are all (at least I assume we are) members not just of this particular group, but at the same time we are here to give our voices to help in many other areas, like the environment, global warming, endangered species, etc.
What this has to do with being vegetarian? A lot!
“Environment pays the price”.
There is a big concern, pressing, but not as visible to most of us. And this is damage to the environment caused by the growing of animals for food. It is valuable to take a look at just how much of our natural resources are consumed by livestock and how much nutrition they provide in return.
According to the U.S. Department of Agriculture, all of the water consumed for any purpose in the US, 50 percent goes to feed the livestock.
Over one-third of all raw materials consumed for any purpose, including industry, and half of the agricultural yield used domestically is consumed by livestock.
This in itself would not necessarily be bad if we got most of it back in the way of food.
But, sadly, this is not the case. The beef gives back only 10 pounds of edible protein for every hundred pounds of protein consumed, and only 4 calories for every 100 calories consumed. The numbers are similar for other meats and poultry and slightly better for eggs and milk.
Said another way, fourteen vegetarians can live on resources needed to feed only one person who eats meat and animal products.
Back when cattle roamed the range and ate wild grasses, getting back even 10 pounds of protein or 4 calories was a good deal. The rain fell and made the grasses grow. Neither rain nor grasses had any material value to humans nor they cost anything. Cattle roamed freely in the verdant pastures, turning plants that were not edible by humans into usable protein. Animal waste was dispersed over a wide area and eventually returned to the land to make it more fertile. In this way, cattle were protein factories, and the equation made sense.
It was only when meat growers started bringing cattle in from pasture for fattening that the equation turned bad. Cattle do not need high-quality protein such as grains and soy, and when such a feed is given to them, the animals become waste factories. With the efficiency of a bureaucracy, they turn 100 percent high-quality edible proteins into 90 percent waste and 10 percent edible protein.
“Thy cycle of ruination”
The subject is touchy because it deals with a part of American life that we hold sacred:
Farming… 50 years ago most Americans lived on farms and the farm was where home was. But times have changed and the farmer and his land have fallen on hard times. Overproduction and overuse of natural resources have spoiled both the farm economy and farm ecology and have pitched the farmer into a cycle of ruination.
Continue in the next issue of my “newsletter” named: “The 2,500-gallon steak…get ready for a shock.
See you all here.
Regards and good luck on your way to becoming vegetarian….
Please note, this text belongs to my book I intended to write but never finished because this first section was borrowed and never returned to me…M.) Content is suitable more for women.
…It was still very dark when she opened her eyes, waking up from long, exhausted sleep on a cold, hard floor.
She shivered; trying to cover a little more of her sparsely dressed tiny body, but her short thin dress couldn’t provide enough warmth reaching only to her knees.
So she hugged her knees tucking them firmly towards her chest and pulled the dress over as far as it could be stretched while being twisted like a little child.
She was scared, not just of the dark place which she couldn’t recognize, but also from her thoughts that she couldn’t understand. They were scattered and frightening, almost evil.
With a first, still weak ray of sunlight coming through from somewhere very highly placed window, all around seemed just a show of deeper darkness of corners as if something mysterious and surely dangerous would be hiding behind. And those strange sounds… oh, these must be mice. But she wasn’t scared of those. They were often her little companions when she was shut in for days in a cellar. Still, she thought; but those you knew well, perhaps all are just as good and would not bite.
After all, they were scared of her first. No, she wasn’t afraid of mice, she was afraid of something bigger, something with big hands and a harsh angry voice, she was afraid of a man.
She tried to reassure herself that she is really alone and that way safer, at least for a while. Rambling in her stomach reminded her about being hungry, but that also she was used to.
The light increased and then she remembered. She was in a church. Big columns and statues and paintings on walls confirmed that. She felt sudden relief and gained confidence that all would be all right. Whoever would discover her here wouldn’t harm her, possibly even help her. Help; yes, that was what she needed. Perhaps tomorrow?
She squeezed her bony knees even tighter, looked up where the sun was pushing its light more and more through a narrow window’s slit, and started thinking more clearly forcing her brain to remember how did she get into this place.
She somehow knew that she ran and that it was dark then also. She knew instinctively that she ran for her life and was so very frightened… She always asked in her prayers not to be frightened so, but she had yet to discover goodness and love.
They told her that her name was Jenny, but who knows? They named her that way and she liked it, although she remembered also other names. Jenny, yes, she was Jenny! She wished to be called by that name. Still, the damn brat was often the name they called her by.
At that moment she recalled that man, as he would be standing by her side, alive. He was so huge, she often thought about him as being an elephant, with his heavy walk, his loudness, coarseness, and strength. But she has never seen any live elephant, only one in a picture and that with its baby elephant, so it perhaps wouldn’t hurt her, at least not that much as that bad man did. She shivered again and heard that stomach rumbling again, thinking; when someone would come in? But I suppose it is still very early in the morning and not many are about. I must only wait and hope…
She changed her stiff position, but again into a firm twist to keep her scarce warmth, closed her eyes, and prepared herself to wait…
“Jenny, get up! Sun is already high, school is waiting!”
She opened her eyes and it took her a while to realize where she was because her dream had been so real, again! Well, of course, it was real, it was a piece of her life, still returning after so many years. Actually, many such dreams were chasing her quite often and didn’t allow her to forget.
Then it flashed through her head what happened after she felled asleep again in that church…and she jumped from her bed, making ready for her day.
She was fifteen now, her almost blond hair had changed into a light brown, rich and shiny, nicely complimenting her large brown eyes that never lost their mysterious sadness. She was slim, but well built with a promise of future beauty. But she wasn’t aware of that…yet…
She loved going to school and in a way was even happy if that was possible living with yet another strange family, what number was it? She lost track… They were always one too many for her good. Over and over, new environment, new people, families with children who didn’t like her and often hurt her, as children could, sometimes even unintentionally. Oh, better forget those.
She usually became a servant and a whipping boy, but she learned to accept, knowing well by now that roof above one’s head was imperative. She wasn’t sure about this family still so very new to judge well, but so far they treated her rather fairly. And that was good. She did her part of the household work, making sure all was always in the best way to avoid any criticism or complaints. Especially nothing should be broken, family valued their porcelain collections highly and she remembered still very well a punishment for broken vase some time back in one of the previous families.
Yes, she already has her, although still rather hazy, still, well shaping up plans for her future when she would become a strong, independent woman and nobody ever would hurt her again. She even might become a great singer or something of that kind. She had a good voice and talent to move gracefully in that natural womanly way already.
She heard a world love but didn’t understand its meaning well, besides suspecting it must be something good. So this would be something she would surely include later in her life as well.
She was a sincere person, but rather shy, being strongly aware of her handicap… she was an orphan. What a badge!
She long to know who her parents were, how did they look, what did they think, why did they abandon her? Why? She was a tiny baby, she didn’t do anything wrong… they gave her life, and then… did they die?
Oh, Jenny here you go again… Just move on and go to school.
The school bus arrived and she got in looking around for her only friend Mary. They met not that long ago but became friends very fast. Mary was also an orphan and there is no one with a better understanding of another that one being in the same situation. They spent as much time together as possible, but both had a lot of household duties to take care of, so their meetings were scarce.
But when too much unhappiness settled in they look for each other immediately.
Several times they started to make preparation to run away, doesn’t matter where, just getaway, but in the end, common sense and realization of having at least some home changed their plans.
“We must finish the school, Mary,” said Jenny. “It would be easier, later on, you’ll see.”
And so they stayed.
Mary was a pale, slim girl with light hair and complexion and very timid. She happily subordinated herself to Jenny’s stronger character and all worked just well.
After all, Jenny’s mind has been very lively, always coming up with some ideas and with time, ideas might possibly change into reality. She decided for herself to stay a faithful friend to Jenny no matter what because it would be easier to survive in two.
God only knows what would await them when they eventually start their lives on their own, having no more help from anywhere, being dependent only on each other.
She has sometimes-hazy thoughts that they could still be separated and was secretly afraid of it. Jenny was the first human who was good to her as a sister, she hugged her and calmed her when she cried and complained. Oh, how happy she was they have met.
Perhaps all be good down the road, perhaps they never lose each other in life, but… who knows? Anyway, she would try not to lose Jenny, ever.
The bus stopped in front of the school and so her thoughts.
However, Jenny’s thoughts were in a different direction. She dreamed a lot, read whenever the opportunity presented itself and planed even more. She heard older people saying how life flies and is so very short. That she somehow didn’t understand. Time has been dragging dreadfully for her, actually for her plans. She knew she is still too young to get out to the world alone and try her ideas, some of which were a bit too courageous, but… who knows?
Many dreamed and many were laughed at for their fantasies and later? Their ideas became fulfilled, even exceeded. Still, she didn’t plan anything wild and unrealistic. She planned a better life; she planned to apply all her abilities and talent to become somebody, to earn respect and independence in this world.
Sometimes she was almost scared of how boldly she dreamed and planned, but she has already gathered some wisdom. “Luck is with courageous.” After all, by being alone in the world, who would help her to achieve her dreams? Only she alone could do it. Then she thought of Mary and felt a warm wave of satisfaction. There is someone who loves me, already. How wonderful. I do have a good friend and at the time of despair, there be someone to share my unhappiness with. Dear Mary, I must make her a bit less timid; she must also win her life. Yes, we both will, against all odds. We would always help each other share our experiences, the success of our achievements, and surely our secrets. One must have someone trustworthy to confide in.
So much for my dreaming, the bus stopped already and I even didn’t talk to Mary, she thought. But we’ll catch up on everything later. Looks like she has something on her mind too, being so unusually silent. She grabbed Mary’s hand; they smiled at each other and entered a school building.
Just at that time, another conversation took place.
Jenny’s foster parents, Sarah and Jim were in a full swing of exchanging opinions.
“Jim,” said Sarah, “don’t you think that Jenny is a rather strange girl?” I can’t really complain about her school, she does very well there, neither about her homework, she is helpful, actually very initiative. But otherwise, she is unpredictable. Very silent, as she would be thinking all the time, or she stares to the distance as she would long to fly somewhere. She is not an easy girl that would be opened to deeper conversation. I sometimes feel she might be under some spell or hiding some great secret that she would not reveal no matter what. I don’t know really what to make out of this.”
“Oh, come on,” said Jim, she is just a teenager and you know how they are.” Living in their own world, already having their own opinions and ideas, maybe sometimes getting lost in a complication of things they still don’t understand, but trying hard to.
Important thing is that she has good habits and very nice, already ladylike manners and doesn’t create any problem for us. You know very well how these children could be. God prevent that for us.”
“Yes, but I wish she would be more sharing. I feel like I would really love to become closer to her. I never thought this could happen, she is after all a strange child, but I do have those feelings and would like to become a real mother to her.”
“You have a good heart, Sarah, I know,” said Jim, “but do realize that this takes time. You have to build up trust with her. God only knows what experiences she went through; after all, she supposed to have been found as a tiny baby, so many families were involved in her life already and you never know what burden she now holds inside. She even might never become fully trusting with anybody.”
“Oh no, I do hope that won’t happen Jim that would be so sad. But I’ll do my best with her, at least I’ll try.”
“I know you will, dear and I will support you,” said Jim and hugged Sarah, kissing her on the forehead.
But they were not the only ones talking about their charge.
Mary’s foster parents had a talk also…
Betsy, who still couldn’t believe she agreed to Bob’s idea of getting a foster child, wasn’t especially happy about it; in reality, she became more and more disgruntled. She complained about everything the girl did or said and her bitterness and animosity has been building up.
“Listen” she announced, I’m getting really fed up with this girl. She is a strange bird. Never speaks, barely answers me, looking as someone would have stolen her toys. She cries for no reason, she almost brings depression on me. I watch her and I am telling you she certainly is not happy here and who knows what she is plotting.
“You can’t be serious,” said Bob, “she really seems to be a nice, quiet, orderly girl. I like her manners and her delicacy; it is very hard to find such a trade. Would you rather have someone loud and slovenly and put all your energy to shape such a girl up? It could be sometimes even impossible. You have what many would wish to have. I thought you might be happy for a companion. She is here only a short time and didn’t adjust yet, just give her more time. Still, it is a new environment for her; she is shy and doesn’t have anyone else to talk to. But it looks as she has found a good friend in that Jenny. She is with a good family too, so all should work out well. Don’t worry dear, just give her more time.
“Well, all right” Betsy responded unwillingly. We’ll see who is right…
She left the room without another word, thinking; I’ll watch her and wait for her blunder. She’ll make one, I know…and then… Betsy’s malicious streak at work, we shall see. How dare he took her side…
How great it would have been if Jenny could be aware of her “new parents” love. She would open more to Sarah and her life would become happier, she could find help and understanding with her plans, with her dreams… But she couldn’t trust anyone yet… She didn’t know what the future holds, neither how very dangerous has becoming Mary’s situation. Mary, who would be hated and plotted against by her newly acquired mother.
But Jenny didn’t know and that was in a way good because she still needed more time to grow up, to learn about people and understand that in this world really exists goodness just as evil.
And she was destined to face both more and sooner than she would have expected…
Again…Please note, that the above is my writing, part of the book I intended to write. If you by any chance find this text somewhere published, it doesn’t belong there. It is mine! Still, I really would like to discover why it happened…
“Education is the movement from darkness to light”
The term life wisdom, fully in the immanent sense, is actually lying in the art to live a life most pleasantly and happily. That could be called demonology, a science of human happiness.
This time I would like to present some thoughts from a philosophical standpoint. Perhaps many who had no opportunity of coming across thoughts and theories of this kind, might find it interesting and in a way a reason to think about more deeply.
Aristotle (383 B.C.E. – 321 B.C.E.) divided (Eth. Nicom, I,8) goods of human’s life into three groups-
external, mental, and physical. When Arthur Schopenhauer, (German philosopher-1788-1860) wrote his book about life wisdom, he used only that from the theory: division into three parts and declared that what is a foundation in a fate of mortals, could be actually brought into three basic definitions: These are:
• What is Who
That is personality in the broadest sense. Here is included health, strength, beauty, temperament, moral character, intelligence, and its development.
• Who has What
That is property and ownership in every sense.
• Who represents What
By this expression, it is meant what is one in the mind of others, thus how one is represented in the mind of others. That is actually the impression of strangers, which is divided into honesty, rank, and fame.
• Differences that belong into the first category are those that nature alone placed between people; so it is safe to assume that its influence on their happiness or unhappiness would be deeper and more pronounced than the remaining two that are derived only from a human definition.
So for the welfare of a human being, yes, for the whole way of his existence, is a major thing what is in him or what is happening in him. Actually in this directly sits his comfort or discomfort, which is in the first place result of his feelings, wants, and thinking; whereas all the external has on it only indirect influence. That is why the same outside happenings or circumstances have a different impact on everyone and even being in the same environment, everyone lives in a different world. Because everyone must deal with his own imagination, feelings, and will, outside matters have only influence, in the case when giving him impulses. The world, in which everyone lives depends on his own conception, it is then led by a diversity of titles- according to how one is poor, narrow and shallow, or rich, interesting and important.
• “Much deeper roots of our happiness are inside of us, rather than in things.”
So as an example someone might envy another interesting thing that met him in his life, but actually, he should be more envious of his gift of understanding that added to those happenings some importance that was to be found it its description; because the same event, which could in the witty head be pictured so interestingly, would have been in perception of a narrow soul just a narrow scene in ordinary life.
And objective half of presence and reality is in the hand of fate and thus it is variable;
subjective are we, alone; that is why it is in its substance invariable. According to this regardless of all changes from outside, the life of every individual has always the same character and could be compared to the line of variations on one topic.
Nobody could be freed from his individuality. Nature draws the irrevocable borders to human character and by his individuality, it is already an up-front determined amount of his possible happiness.
Especially the borders of one’s mentality strength determine once and forever his ability of a superior ability to delight. If those are tight, no effort from outside could help. No matter what others do for him, he stays in sensual pleasures, merry family life, low sociability, and vulgar pastime. Neither education would help to widen his circle, or perhaps only a little. Because the higher, most expansive, and most durable pleasures are intellectual ones, although we often are mistaken about this in our youth. And that mainly depends on our mental strength. From that, it is clear how strongly our happiness depends on what we are, on our individuality, although what is being always stressed the most, is our fate, only what we have or what we represent.
So calm and joyful temperament stemming from perfect health and order, clear, lively, keen and correct sense of understanding, peaceful and quiet will and with that a good conscience, those are benefits that nor titles and nor riches could replace. Because who is what to himself, what is accompanying him into solitude, what nobody could give or take away from him, that is more important to him than all what he could have or be in the eyes of others. A witty person has even in total seclusion good fun in his own thoughts and fantasies, whereas the dork can’t be devoid of torturous boredom even with a constant change of society, games, trips, and fun. A moderate and good character could be satisfied even in tight circumstances while a demanding, envious, and evil one would not be even with all the riches.
As my favored philosopher, Socrates, stated when seeing a display of fancy goods:
“So many things I have no need for”
For our happiness is then that what we are, personality, the main and the most important. It works always and under all circumstances; at the same time, it is not as the two other groups are, subject to fate and can’t be plucked from us. Its value could be called absolute, while the values of those others are only relative. From that follows that we could get closer to another human from outside less than we might think. Only almighty time exercises its right even here; subject to it gradually physical and psychological advantages, however, the moral character stays inaccessible even to it.
Still, it is in our power to give our unique personality education, develop it to the best benefits and suitability that is adequate for it. Develop and vote for the type of employment most suitable for our lifestyle. As for an example; strongly built man, endowed with unusual muscle power, forced by outside circumstances to perform sedentary occupation with fiddly manual work, our studies and work using his brain, requesting fundamentally different forces, where at the same time his unusual power goes unused, would feel unhappy all his life.
But still more one who is dominated by intellectual forces and must leave them undeveloped and non-used, just to perform an ordinary occupation that doesn’t need it, or what more, performs physical labor with his insufficient power. So to our happiness contribute much more to what we are than what we have in terms of riches. Those who spent life only by accumulating wealth would end their life equally unhappy as those still fighting lack of things. Their inner emptiness, drabness of their consciousness, and poverty of spirit drive them towards society consisting just of such as they are, because “similes simili gaudet” (look for an equal.)
And here always begins the quest for diversion and fun and eccentricities. But still, all those outside rich and inside poor end up only unhappy and depressed. We could see examples of these phenomena every day.
This is the end of part of the basic division.
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build it anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them, anyway.
….Engraved on Mother Theresa’s grave in Calcuta
“Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s needs, but not every man’s greed.”
Miser’s last wish
There was a man who worked hard all his life and he was so tight with his money that he became a real miser, but accumulated lots of money.
Shortly before his death, he said to his wife:
”When I die, I want you to put all my money with me in the coffin. I want to take my money with me to another world.”
He forced his wife so that she promised to fulfill his request after his death.
Well, he died…
When he was lying in a coffin, his wife dressed in black sat by him, and next to her sat her friend. After finishing the ceremony, just before the coffin has been closed his wife told her friend to wait a minute. She approached the coffin and put in it a small metal casket, which she brought with her.
Then her friend said, “Girl, I know that you are not that stupid, it is really silly to put all this money together with your husband in the coffin. ”
But a loyal wife replied: “Listen, I am a Christian, I can’t go back on my word. I promised my husband that I put money into the coffin. ”
Her friend asked, surprised: “Do you want to tell me that you actually put all the money in the coffin? ”
“Of course I did,” said the wife;
“I gathered all the money, put it into my account, and wrote him a check. If he executes it, then
he’ll be able to spend all his money.”
This story belongs to all ingenious women, we know, and to
all men who think they are smarter than women ;-)))
What do you think?
““These glorious insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words and shrill exchanges.””
The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor:
She said, “If you were my husband I’d give you poison.”
He said, “If you were my wife, I’d drink it”
A member of Parliament to Disraeli:
“Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease.”
“That depends, Sir,” said Disraeli, “whether I embrace your policies or your mistress.”
“He had delusions of adequacy.” – Walter Kerr
“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” – Winston Churchill
“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.” Clarence Darrow
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”
– William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).
“Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I’ll waste no time reading it.” – Moses Hadas
“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.” – Mark Twain
“He has no enemies but is intensely disliked by his friends….” – Oscar Wilde
“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend … if you have one.” – George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill.
“Cannot possibly attend the first night, will attend second … if there is one.”
– Winston Churchill, in response.
“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.” – Stephen Bishop
“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.” – John Bright
“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.” – Irvin S. Cobb
“He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others.” – Samuel Johnson
“He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.” – Paul Keating
“In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.” – Charles, Count Talleyrand
“He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.” – Forrest Tucker
“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?” – Mark Twain
“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.” – Mae West
“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.” – Oscar Wilde
“He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts… for support rather than illumination.” – Andrew Lang (1844-1912)
“He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.” – Billy Wilder
“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it. ” – Groucho Marx
“There are things I like and create, but dislike limits forced in my way.”
Foreword: (bit personal, but survivable)
Since a very early age I loved reading…at first of course “fairy tales”, then going up with my choices steadily and eventually came to understand that I simply cannot live without books. So those became an irreplaceable part of my life. My small library was growing, receiving books as gifts for my birthdays or any other event was “The Thing.” Nothing else could beat it. Must also mention aphorisms, which I have feverishly collected, and by age of 15, I was an owner of my very precious thick, hardcover notebook, safekeeping… well, I stopped counting after thousand up…
I grew up in the communist era, (central Europe) so, as with everything else there wasn’t easy to buy a good book, however, I was lucky to live in a building where my neighbor was a wonderful, smart old lady, which I adored for all she was and had and taught me. She was 83 and I 13 when we met and were friends until she passed away at age of 93. I actually posted an article on how she set up bases for me to become a lady, etc…
She represented everything I needed for my knowledge in every way.
Considering the above “strong influence” of very high quality, it made me become confident and independent as well.
Now, going to the point, which is not really the above “chat”, but something quite important to convey here…
So, I never ever be a person who would comply with something that limits me.
I value my freedom highly, (growing up in socialism and didn’t know what freedom really is) and never, ever allow anyone to dictate to me what and how I should write, just the same as I would be told what to wear, how to color my hair…
I am quite allergic to SEO, controlling, counting, forbidding, constantly suggesting something to do, or not to do, not this, but that, not that way…as writers are some machines and must work as dictated. Looks as nowadays they are and even don’t realize it.
Seeing articles on any topic (with an exception, I do hope book writings) practically all have numbered parts, such as:
12 ways how to put it together in writing, 8 ways how to read it, 6 ways how to make it more like this /or that…fulfill someone’s prescription doesn’t fly with me.
It is really a “killer” of personality, talent, real expression as people should use in their life. Such a way is suitable and usable let’s say for recipes and matters, which must be strictly described for its use.
This is going on now for some time and what I see is just boring, even those same way-looking statements. Such a way is certainly a culture killer as well.
I understand SEO might be important for people/companies… who post advertisements, making some introduction to their products…to get better ahead, still, such shouldn’t be applied to ALL who write “online.”
Vocabulary is limited, expressions as well, all beauty of writing is practically gone. When I see my own reviews/results (I maintain strictly creative writing, besides adding some interesting facts and or humor from elsewhere)) it bothers me in a way.
I don’t want to see that I used already more than 2O words in sentences. This couldn’t happen not that long ago, actually, that has been even praised, because it showed a greater ability of expression, knowledge of wider vocabulary.
I wish it would be possible to hear what our forefathers would say to that. At those times creativity didn’t have barriers, the language was rich, the class was something very important to present in society, where all had its logic and where was always clear the difference between good and bad, smart and stupid, etc…
So, here we go with a nice example…Analysis results of randomly picked my article.
You are not using any subheadings, although… your text is rather long.
(So this could mean that when I start telling a story, I have to realize on time…
“Oh, my God, I have been carried away with writing and forgot to count words/or make an estimate of the length of what I just said… Gee, this I must correct right away to lower that negative number… nervosity sets in!…
Sentence length: 29.2% of the sentences contain more than 20 words, which is more than the recommended maximum of 25%. Try to shorten the sentences.
WOW! Again I got carried away with my thoughts and attention to content and totally forgot to count words! Well, let’s see without which words this thing can survive its sense…well, let’s give a try to remove some and keep sense as victorious.
Transition words (3) Only 24.3% of the sentences contain transition words, which is not enough. Use more of them.
Yes, yes, I certainly correct this part…I must remember such necessary fact…
Good results (4)
Flesch Reading Ease: The copy scores 71.3 in (btw here should be “on” )the test, which is considered fairly easy to read. Good job!
YIPEE, I got praise!!! This could mean I have a talent!!!
Passive voice: You’re using enough active voice. That’s great!
What a relief, I somewhat felt I am an active person…still, its just great to hear it directly from SEO!
Consecutive sentences: There is enough variety in your sentences. That’s great!
Yeah, that’s what I was trying to be…CREATIVE! And it worked!!! I AM!
Paragraph length: None of the paragraphs are too long. Great job!
Well, this one sounds quite nice, still, I wished to write a bit more, than taking a lesson from last time tough critique, I better take care of this one right away, cut off those last words/readers could fill it in themselves…
*Please note: I randomly picked one of those “analytical judgments” but didn’t make the final decision on how to call it as yet…still some are better, some worse, I”m not sure what to think… well, not exactly…I know what I think… just I am a lady, so I didn’t say it, meaning publicly,
well, if it turns “ingenious” I’ll let you know…
!!! However, I am not done yet…I wish you would read the following and then tell me if I still should be trying to climb up the tree, or sit happily under it because here really 2 totally different poles telling me what I am as a writer… and it is kind of confusing…well let’s see…
Copied from this (mine) site, see intro page, on the top left is SHOP, you can find original there…
WHAT GRAMMARLY SAYS ABOUT ME?
The below-copied excerpts are just randomly picked because I’m getting such practically every week:
We want to send you stellar stats and awesome achievements!
AUGUST 05 – AUGUST 11 2019
Your Weekly Writing Update
“You chose such great words last week that you set new personal records in both vocabulary and productivity! Way to boost your skills! Keep up the great work.”
“You used more unique words than 99% of Grammarly users.”
unique words used: JUL 21-JUL 28-AUG 4
OCTOBER 07 – OCTOBER 13
Your Weekly Writing Update
Amazing vocabulary and productivity last week!
You’ve wordsmithed your way to new personal records. Way to go!
Grammarly writing streak
You were more productive than
99% of Grammarly users.
Sep 22-29 Oct 06-13
You were more accurate than
84% of Grammarly users.
You used more unique words than
99% of Grammarly users.
unique words used
Sep 22 – 29 Oct 06 – 13
WORDS CHECKED WITH GRAMMARLY OVER THE TIME
total words checked by Grammarly
since Dec 03, 2018 (119,628 last week)
My response to Grammarly:
Thanks, Grammarly, not just for this week, but you sent me such praises all the time and even do not mind my “blushing.”
I am actually very pleased, especially because English is not my native language, it is actually 4th I learned and I never have a need to use a dictionary.
I would like to keep my rights as far as content is concerned, same as expressions, length, etc…
I simply do not accept some of the newly invented rules (calling those upsides down) because for me the preference would always be
common sense, good/original idea, simply something worthy to read plus the ability to express it well. No matter if some sentence by some artificial rule should have few words more or less to fit into some tables. Writing is a creation, otherwise, we are talking about announcements.
Well, actually I might call this also kind of announcement, or expression of opinion? I don’t mind how it is called, as far as my freedom to write my way isn’t disturbed. Content could be freely chosen by readers, so let’s leave it up to writers. This might be called justice.
NOW, I AM HERE FOR YOU, WHENEVER YOU NEED ME.
I’ll try my best to help you with your needs and looking
forward to meeting those who could use my writing abilities…
Always judge what kind of writing you present. Idea or merely suggestion/explanation or story…
All should be approached by different rules.
My best regards and wishes of success!