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  <title>Consider This</title>
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  <modified>2008-08-04T14:33:42Z</modified>
  <tagline>A collection of Mr. W&apos;s  &quot;Consider This&quot; quotations and observations.
LIVE WELL - LAUGH OFTEN - LOVE MUCH</tagline>
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  <entry>
    <title>Banjo&apos;s &apos;The Man From Ironbark&apos;</title>
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    <modified>2008-08-04T14:33:42Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-07-25T10:58:54-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.791</id>
    <created>2008-07-25T18:58:54Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"><![CDATA[ This is me, Rich Wersinger, reciting The Man From Ironbark (4m21s) by A. B. Banjo Paterson, the beloved Australian poet and author. See: &gt; The biography of Andrew Barton (Banjo) Paterson by the Australian Dictionary of Biography, Online Edition...]]></summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Australia</dc:subject>
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<p class="source">This is me, Rich Wersinger, reciting <cite>The Man From Ironbark</cite> (4m21s) by A. B. Banjo Paterson, the beloved Australian poet and author.<br />
See:<br />
&gt; The biography of <a href="http://www.adb.online.anu.edu.au/biogs/A110158b.htm">Andrew Barton (Banjo) Paterson</a> by the Australian Dictionary of Biography, Online Edition<br />
&gt; Online edition of <cite><a href="http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/the_man_from_ironbark.html">The Man From Ironbark</a></cite></p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Mr. Rogers and Success</title>
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    <modified>2008-07-22T14:54:53Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-07-22T06:52:10-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.790</id>
    <created>2008-07-22T14:52:10Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">The thing I remember best about successful people I&apos;ve met through the years is their obvious delight in what they&apos;re doing...and it seems to have very little to do with worldly success. They just love what their doing and they...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
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    <dc:subject>Motivating</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>The thing I remember best</strong> about successful people I've met through the years is their obvious delight in what they're doing...and it seems to have very little to do with worldly success. They just love what their doing and they love it in front of others.<br />
&mdash;Fred Rogers</p>

<p class="source">Source: Tuesday, July 22, 2008 <cite>Teachers: Jokes, Quotes, and Anecdotes 2008 Calendar</cite> by <a href="http://www.AndrewsMcMeel">Andrews McMeel Publishing</a> ISBN-13: 978-0-7407-6680-0<br />
See also: <br />
&gt; <cite>The World According to Mr. Rogers</cite> by Fred Rogers 2003 ISBN 1-4013-0106-1
<br />
&gt; <a href="http://www.fci.org/mister_rogers_neighborhood/" target="_new">Mister Rogers' Neighborhood</a></p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Watch Those Penguins</title>
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    <modified>2008-07-18T14:10:41Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-07-18T05:59:19-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.788</id>
    <created>2008-07-18T13:59:19Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> Source: aBowman&apos;s Gadgets. Try &apos;em, you&apos;ll like them!...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Humorous</dc:subject>
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<p class="source">Source: aBowman's <a href="http://abowman.com/google-modules/">Gadgets</a>. Try 'em, you'll like them!</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Is Your Aim Too High?</title>
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    <modified>2008-07-15T17:18:22Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-07-15T08:59:51-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.787</id>
    <created>2008-07-15T16:59:51Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"><![CDATA[The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it. &mdash;Michaelangelo Source: Tuesday, July 15, 2008 Teachers: Jokes, Quotes, and Anecdotes...]]></summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Ancient Thoughts</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>The greatest danger</strong> for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.<br />
&mdash;Michaelangelo</p>

<p class="source">Source: Tuesday, July 15, 2008 <cite>Teachers: Jokes, Quotes, and Anecdotes 2008 Calendar</cite> by <a href="http://www.AndrewsMcMeel">Andrews McMeel Publishing</a> ISBN-13: 978-0-7407-6680-0</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>How Sweet It is To Love Someone...</title>
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    <modified>2008-07-11T05:27:35Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-07-10T21:17:21-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.786</id>
    <created>2008-07-11T05:17:21Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">How right it is to care... John Denver sings &quot;Poems, Prayers and Promises.&quot; How we miss you so, John. Lyrics: Poems, Prayers and Promises...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
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    <dc:subject>Poetry</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>How right it is to care...</strong><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3faCnqJsmw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3faCnqJsmw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
John Denver sings "Poems, Prayers and Promises."<br />
How we miss you so, John.</p>

<p class="source">Lyrics: <a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/john+denver/poems+prayers+promises_20073889.html">Poems, Prayers and Promises</a></p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Isabelle Anna&apos;s First Birthday</title>
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    <modified>2008-07-05T20:59:38Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-07-05T12:42:14-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.785</id>
    <created>2008-07-05T20:42:14Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">July 5th, 2008 was Isabelle Anna&apos;s first birthday. Here&apos;s a slide show of her birthday photos....</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Grandparenting</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<h3>July 5<sup>th</sup>, 2008 was Isabelle Anna's first birthday.</h3>

<p>Here's a slide show of her birthday photos.</p>

<p class="quote"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&noautoplay=1&RGB=0xEBECF6&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fniganit%2Falbumid%2F5219612895472752673%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Your Wild and Precious Lfe</title>
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    <modified>2008-07-02T15:01:31Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-07-02T07:00:35-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.784</id>
    <created>2008-07-02T15:00:35Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Poetry</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote">I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down<br />
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,<br />
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,<br />
which is what I have been doing all day.<br />
Tell me, what else should I have done?<br />
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?<br />
<strong>Tell me, what is it you plan to do<br />
with your one wild and precious life?</strong><br />
&mdash;Mary Oliver from her poem, <cite>The Summer Day</cite></p>

<p class="source">Source: Garrison Keillor's <cite>The Writer's Almanac</cite> for <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2008/06/30">Monday, June 30, 2008</a>.</p>]]>
      
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Why Do You Do Good?</title>
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    <modified>2008-07-01T14:04:14Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-06-23T07:27:07-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.783</id>
    <created>2008-06-23T15:27:07Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"><![CDATA[If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed. &mdash;Albert Einstein Source: The Best Liberal Quotes Ever: Why the Left is Right by Wlliam Martin. Sourcebooks, Inc. 2004 ISBN:...]]></summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Profound</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>If people are good</strong> only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.<br />
&mdash;Albert Einstein</p>

<p class="source">Source: <cite>The Best Liberal Quotes Ever: Why the Left is Right</cite> by Wlliam Martin. Sourcebooks, Inc. 2004 ISBN: 1-4022-0309-8</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>You Tread on My Dreams</title>
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    <modified>2008-06-13T15:39:39Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-06-13T07:38:43-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.782</id>
    <created>2008-06-13T15:38:43Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heavens&apos; embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
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    <dc:subject>Poetry</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven</strong><br />
<br />
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,<br />
Enwrought with golden and silver light,<br />
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths<br />
Of night and light and the half light,<br />
I would spread the cloths under your feet:<br />
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;<br />
I have spread my dreams under your feet;<br />
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.<br />
&mdash;William Butler Yeats</p>

<p class="source">Source: Garrison Keillor's <cite>The Writer's Almanac</cite> for <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2008/06/13">Friday, June 13, 2008</a>.<br />
&gt; It's the birthday of Irish poet <a href="http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/wbyeats.htm">William Butler Yeats</a>, born 1865 in Sandymount, Ireland, a suburb of Dublin. Yeats died in 1939 at the Hôtel Idéal Séjour, in Menton, France.</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth</title>
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    <modified>2008-06-09T16:34:43Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-06-09T08:27:45-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.781</id>
    <created>2008-06-09T16:27:45Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"> A Spitfire like the one flown by John Magee He was flying Spitfire VZ-H, serial number AD-291 on Dec. 11, 1941. Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
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    <dc:subject>Poetry</dc:subject>
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<h6>A Spitfire like the one flown by John Magee</h6>
<p>He was flying Spitfire VZ-H, serial number AD-291 on Dec. 11, 1941.</p></div>


<p class="quote">Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth<br />
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;<br />
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth<br />
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things<br />
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung<br />
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,<br />
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung<br />
My eager craft through footless halls of air….<br />
<br />
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue<br />
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace<br />
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—<br />
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod<br />
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,<br />
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.<br />
&mdash; JOHN G. MAGEE, JR., “High Flight,” September 3, 1941.</p>

<p class="source">Source: <a href="http://www.bartleby.com/">Bartleby.com</a>'s <cite>Respectfully Quoted: A Dictionary of Quotations</cite> <a href="http://www.bartleby.com/73/603.html">603.John Gillespie Magee, Jr. (1922–41)</a><br />
See also:<br />
&gt; It is the birthday of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Gillespie_Magee,_Jr.">John Gillespie Magee, Jr.</a> He was born in 1922 in Shanghai, China, of missionary parents—an American father and an English mother—and spoke Chinese before English. He joined the Royal Canadian Air Force in late 1940. In Britain he flew in a Spitfire squadron and was killed on a routine training mission on December 11, 1941. He wrote the above sonnet and sent it to his parents on a back of a letter.</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Focus on the World&apos;s Hope</title>
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    <modified>2008-06-03T18:30:01Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-06-03T10:27:09-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.780</id>
    <created>2008-06-03T18:27:09Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">Focus not on the world&apos;s tragedies, but on the world&apos;s hope. Many sad things happen in our world, but rather than focusing on them, have hope for the future. Think of the world&apos;s potential. Perhaps the future holds the curing...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Inspirational</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>Focus not on the world's tragedies, but on the world's hope</strong>. <br />Many sad things happen in our world, but rather than focusing on them, have hope for the future. Think of the world's potential. Perhaps the future holds the curing of diseases, the end of violence, the amelioration of poverty and hunger.<br />
&mdash;David Niven, Ph.D. in <cite>Focus not on the world's tragedies, but on the world's hope</cite>: Number 84 of <cite>The 100 Simple Secrets of Happy People</cite><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: serif;">Over nine in ten Americans are uncomfortable or worried about aspects of the world and society. The difference between more and less happy people is what they do with that discomfort. Less happy people wallow in the problems they see, while happier people focus on potential improvements in the future.<br />
&mdash;Garrett R. 1996. "Wisdom as the Key to a Better World." In <cite>Contemporary Issues in Behavior Therapy</cite> New York: Plenum.</span></p>

<p class="source">Source: <cite>The 100 Simple Secrets of Happy People: What Scientists Have Learned and How You Can Use It.</cite> by David Niven, Ph.D. 2000 HarperCollins ISBN: 0-06-251650-7<br />
See also: Country Inns & Suites by Carlson <a href="http://www.countryinns.com/books/">Read & Return It</a> program.</p>

<p class="fallen source">WashingtonPost.com's <a href="http://projects.washingtonpost.com/fallen/" title="Main Page: Faces of the Fallen">Faces of the Fallen</a>: <a href="http://projects.washingtonpost.com/fallen/ages/34/" title="Today's focus">By age: 34-year-olds</a><br />
<span>U.S. Service members who died in Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Enduring Freedom</span></p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Joy, Shipmate, Joy</title>
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    <modified>2008-06-01T17:53:53Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-05-31T19:30:16-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.779</id>
    <created>2008-06-01T03:30:16Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">JOY, shipmate, joy! (Pleas&apos;d to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate,...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Poetry</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>JOY, shipmate, joy!</strong><br />
(Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,)<br />
Our life is closed, our life begins,<br />
The long, long anchorage we leave,<br />
The ship is clear at last, she leaps!<br />
She swiftly courses from the shore,<br />
Joy, shipmate, joy.<br />
&mdash;Walt Whitman</p>

<p class="source">Source: The Walt Whitman Archive, Leaves of Grass (1881&ndash;1882) <a href="http://www.whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1881/poems/300">JOY, Shipmate, Joy</a><br />
See also:<br />
&gt; <a href="http://www.whitmanarchive.org/biography/chronology.html">Walt Whitman</a> was born on this day in 1819 in West Hills, Long Island, New York. He died on March 26, 1892 in Camden, New Jersey.<br />
&gt; Garrison Keillor's <cite>The Writer's Almanac</cite> for <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2008/05/31">Saturday, May 31, 2008</a>.</p>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>Photo Album Embedding Trial</title>
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    <modified>2008-05-26T22:09:09Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-05-26T14:08:17-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.778</id>
    <created>2008-05-26T22:08:17Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">April 2008 Trip to Indonesia...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>A Bit Off Topic</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/niganit/April2008TripToIndonesia"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/niganit/SDskDkm6hUE/AAAAAAAAAKU/tbyUD8uLWtM/s160-c/April2008TripToIndonesia.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/niganit/April2008TripToIndonesia" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">April 2008 Trip to Indonesia</a></td></tr></table>]]>
      
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  <entry>
    <title>We Sail the Ocean Blue</title>
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    <modified>2008-05-13T16:14:42Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-05-13T08:11:38-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.777</id>
    <created>2008-05-13T16:11:38Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain">We sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ship&apos;s a beauty; We&apos;re sober men and true, And attentive to our duty. When the balls whistle free O&apos;er the bright blue sea, We stand to our guns all day; When at...</summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Humorous</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong>We sail the ocean blue</strong>,<br />
And our saucy ship's a beauty;<br />
We're sober men and true,<br />
And attentive to our duty.<br />
When the balls whistle free<br />
O'er the bright blue sea,<br />
We stand to our guns all day;<br />
When at anchor we ride<br />
On the Portsmouth tide,<br />
We have plenty of time to play.<br />
<br />
Ahoy! Ahoy! The balls whistle free.<br />
Ahoy! Ahoy! O'er the bright blue sea,<br />
We stand to our guns, to our guns all day.<br />
<br />
We sail the ocean blue,<br />
And our saucy ship's a beauty;<br />
We're sober men and true,<br />
And attentive to our duty;<br />
Our saucy ship's a beauty,<br />
We're attentive to our duty;<br />
We're sober men and true,<br />
We sail the ocean blue!<br />
&mdash;Arther Seymour Sullivan (Of Gilbert & Sullivan) from their opera <cite>H.M.S. Pinafore</cite</p>

<p class="source">Source: Lyricsandsongs.com's <a href="http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/595050.html">We Sail the Ocean Blue Lyrics</a><br />
See also:<br />
&gt; It's the birthday of one half of the Gilbert and Sullivan opera writing team, <a href="http://math.boisestate.edu/gas/other_sullivan/html/sull_biog.html">Arthur Seymour Sullivan</a>, born in London in 1842. He died in England on November 22, 1900.<br />
&gt; See: Garrison Keillor's <cite>Writer's Almanac</cite> for <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/programs/2008/05/12/#tuesday">Tuesday, May 13, 2008</a></p>]]>
      
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Stupid is as Stupid Does</title>
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    <modified>2008-05-02T14:50:07Z</modified>
    <issued>2008-05-02T06:46:05-08:00</issued>
    <id>tag:www.mrwteaches.net,2008:/considerthis//1.776</id>
    <created>2008-05-02T14:46:05Z</created>
    <summary type="text/plain"><![CDATA[ It is so pleasant to come across people more stupid than ourselves. We love them at once for being so. &mdash; Jerome K. Jerome Source: Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac for Friday, May 2, 2008...]]></summary>
    <author>
      <name>niganit</name>
      <url>http://www.mrwteaches.net/</url>
      <email>mrw@mrwteaches.net</email>
    </author>
    <dc:subject>Silly</dc:subject>
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      <![CDATA[<p class="quote"><strong> It is so pleasant</strong> to come across people more stupid than ourselves. We love them at once for being so.<br />
&mdash; Jerome K. Jerome</p>

<p class="source">Source: Garrison Keillor's <cite>Writer's Almanac</cite> for <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/programs/2008/04/28/#friday">Friday, May 2, 2008</a></p>
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