Life

Thoughts and insights about life. Philosophy. Sociology. Politics. How to live life and get the most out of it.

"Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons." - General MacArthur 

"You, you, and you ... Panic. The rest of you, come with me." - U.S. Marine Corps Gunnery Sgt.

"Though I Fly Through the Valley of Death ... I Shall Fear No Evil. For I am at 80,000 Feet and Climbing." - At the entrance to the old SR-71 operating base Kadena, Japan 

"You've never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3." - Paul F. Crickmore (test pilot)

"The only time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire." 

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar ... and the beer.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

Take this quiz:

  1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
  2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
  3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.
  4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer prize.
  5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
  6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

Fascinating chapter in the book "How People Learn : Brain, Mind, Experience, and School" from the Committee on Developments in the Science of Learning published in 2000 about "How Experts Differ from Novices"; It has significant repercussions for Investors and where they get their information from.

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Written in 1865. Included in Leaves of Grass, published in 1867. The poem is about the death of American president Abraham Lincoln.

O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.