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speaking of old this should bring a smile to everyone's face in these difficult economic times.

sorry if this is off topic but being a senior myself and doing something called power yoga tonight gave me much respect for this new jersey lady who is living her dream.

how long she has waited to live her dream on stage.

the clip does not show it but the way she walked off stage was priceless.

http://www.nbc.com/americas-got-talent/video/clips/carol-lugos-performance/1131351/

Sic transit gloria mundi.

"Sic transit gloria mundi" by Emily Dickinson.

"Sic transit gloria mundi,"
"How doth the busy bee,"
"Dum vivimus vivamus,"
I stay mine enemy!

Oh "veni, vidi, vici!"
Oh caput cap-a-pie!
And oh "memento mori"
When I am far from thee!

Hurrah for Peter Parley!
Hurrah for Daniel Boone!
Three cheers, sir, for the gentleman
Who first observed the moon!

Peter, put up the sunshine;
Patti, arrange the stars;
Tell Luna, tea is waiting,
And call your brother Mars!

Put down the apple, Adam,
And come away with me,
So shalt thou have a pippin
From off my father's tree!

I climb the "Hill of Science,"
I "view the landscape o'er;"
Such transcendental prospect,
I ne'er beheld before!

Unto the Legislature
My country bids me go;
I'll take my india rubbers,
In case the wind should blow!

During my education,
It was announced to me
That gravitation, stumbling,
Fell from an apple tree!

The earth upon an axis
Was once supposed to turn,
By way of a gymnastic
In honor of the sun!

It was the brave Columbus,
A sailing o'er the tide,
Who notified the nations
Of where I would reside!

Mortality is fatal --
Gentility is fine,
Rascality, heroic,
Insolvency, sublime!

Our Fathers being weary,
Laid down on Bunker Hill;
And tho' full many a morning,
Yet they are sleeping still, --

The trumpet, sir, shall wake them,
In dreams I see them rise,
Each with a solemn musket
A marching to the skies!

A coward will remain, Sir,
Until the fight is done;
But an immortal hero
Will take his hat, and run!

Good bye, Sir, I am going;
My country calleth me;
Allow me, Sir, at parting,
To wipe my weeping e'e.

In token of our friendship
Accept this "Bonnie Doon,"
And when the hand that plucked it
Hath passed beyond the moon,

The memory of my ashes
Will consolation be;
Then, farewell, Tuscarora,
And farewell, Sir, to thee!

When I was a young kid, right out of high school, I had a 1965 Ford Falcon with a 289 V-8 engine and an 8-track tape player. I thought I was hot stuff. I had long blond hair and I was young and trim and lean and I was dating a girl called Suzanne and I was in love and now that I'm a whole lot older I look back on those years with a good bit of nostalgia. Where did they go? Where is she? What happened to her? I don't know. The car is gone, the 8-track tape player is gone, the girl is gone, that whole part of my life has somehow disappeared and I miss it.

You brought back some memories for me too, Art. I remember the Ford Falcon, Galaxy etc plus Oldsmobile, Chevrolet, Studebaker - they were the staff cars we used at work. I also had an 8-track tape player. Soda fountains and ice-cream parlours were all the rage long before coffee bars. Ah! nostalgia is a wonderful thing.

To be fair, many people didn't consider the power-swilling, tape-munching Walkman a particularly credible piece of technology back at the time either. On the other hand, focussing on the bulky early Walkmans doesn't do justice to the svelteness of some of the mostly-electronic mid-late '90s models.

To be honest, many people didn't consider the power-swilling, tape-munching Walkman a very credible piece of technology back at the time either. That said, the focus on the blocky early models doesn't do justice to the svelteness of some of the mostly-electronic early-mid 90s models

I once took a tour of Will Rogers' home in Pacific Palisades, California. The tour guide pointed to Rogers' manual typewriter and said that when kids saw it, they had no idea what it was.

This was back in the '90s. Today's kids must be even more bewildered.

>> that whole part of my life has somehow disappeared and I miss it.

Is that a good enough reason to reincarnate? :)

Stop the tech industry, I want to get off! [staggers away queasily]

Is that a good enough reason to reincarnate? :) - Ulysses


LOL! NO!!! Besides which who says that I would be reincarnating on Earth? I might reincarnate as some Jabba-the-hut like creature on a planet in another galaxy or even another dimension! There are billions of galaxies, each one with billions of stars, there is no telling how many of those stars have planets with life on them. Why should reincarnation be limited to the Earth only?

“Stop the tech industry, I want to get off! [staggers away queasily]”

The march towards oneness cannot be stopped in this world or in other worlds we will someday reside in. The Internet has probably done more (at least technology wise) towards this march towards oneness since the dawn of time on earth.

The tech industry is just one aspect of an outward manifestation and appearance of an underlying reality of this march towards oneness that some call the law of progress for the soul.

I remember my first transistor radio with a little white hard plastic ear piece that never fit well in the ear, but was it so wonderful to listen to Elvis and The Beatles without having my Dad yelling at me to turn off that noise. Technology advances because it fills a need.

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