Weekend Open Thread
We'd like to know what you're up to this weekend. Can we come over?
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Canon City, CO
Re: can you come over?
said by Rob7:You're awfully easy. He can come to my place but it is BMAB (Bring Me A Bottle).
Karl, your more then welcome, but it's BYOB !!
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New Orleans, LA
Re: Flying to Glynco, Georgia
said by N3OGH:Yeah, FLETC. Never had my pilots license but, since a kid, my family (and in my later years me), always had close friends with planes. Cessna 182 was the plane I frequented.
Training at FLETC?
I got over my dislike of flying as cargo a few years ago. Had my Private Pilot since 1995. Would much rather be in the left seat of a Piper Tomahawk than in coach on a 737.
The view is better.
"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons..." - T.S Eliot
"I have often regretted my speech, never my silence." - Publilius Syrus
Ma blog: »www.johndball.com
Google has good 2nd qtr despite Motorola losses Google had a good 2nd qtr due to better mobile ads, despite the usual poor results turned in by Motorola, which they just bought. They were rewarded by a big jump in their stock price on a day when the market as a whole dropped big time.
Investors evidently liked what they saw in the second-quarter numbers. Google shares gained $15.94, or 2.7 percent, to $609 in Thursday's extended trading.
Motorola suffered an operating loss of $233 million on revenue of $1.25 billion during the final 39 days of the second quarter that Google owned the company.
As a whole, Google earned $2.8 billion, or $8.42 per share, during the three months ending in June. That compared with net income of $2.5 billion, or $7.68 per share, last year. The earnings would have been $10.12 per share, if not for Google's accounting costs for employee stock compensation and the Motorola deal.
Revenue climbed 35 percent from last year to $12.2 billion. If not for Motorola, revenue would have increased 21 percent. That would have been Google's slowest rate of revenue growth since the fourth quarter of 2009, when the company was just starting to recover from the Great Recession.
Re: is chicago good market for network admins/analysts
said by chgo_man99:No, usually large cities are bad. Look for medium size cities.
I see to many jobs posted on listing websites from staffing agencies/contractors.
A poem by an old man When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally written by Dave Griffith)
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
And yes, I know that this poem in one form or another has been floating around for years and the story with it is probably bogus. But it is a decent poem and raises issues concerning treatment of out old people.