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Week 41: Apr.19-26th 2008/04/19-2008/04/26
[w41] The future.
Take any photo that depicts the future...either for you or for society. Happy hunting and hope it's not too hard! Be creative!
The future of Clifton on the Queens County Model Railroad Association's HO scale (1/87) layout is represented by the pictures on the boxes and a partially painted and assembled kit. The white cylinder to the right of the tan building is a rolled up piece of paper showing the height of the future dingy Parkview Apartments. The piece of paper barely visible to the right of that is the plan for the area. I didn't manage to show it, but there will be a connection between what's sold as the "Bralick Building" and "Heritage Furniture" on the second floor, above Half Street.
The dark green locomotive with yellow stripes is CNJ 1506, a Fairbanks-Morse H-15-44 pulling a train of milk from Kingston toward Jersey City. The green and black loco is LS&I 3074 switching Schneider Yard in Jersey City. A CVP EasyDCC XR1300 Throttle is seen in a mouse pocket screwed to the side of the layout.
This photo is under consideration for addition to:
Fairbanks-Morse Diesel Locomotives www.flickr.com/groups/fairbanks_morse/
NMRA Digital Command Control for Model Trains www.flickr.com/groups/664221@N20/
For Creative Craft Cottage challenge - Add a bow.
Using a PPinkydoll image with some Spellbinders dies and a Cheery Lynn bow die.
Adding Psychological Value - MindSways - January 2013
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Perspective Is Everything
Perception and Insight
Edutrainment
Sleight Of Mind Set
What Materials Do You Get?
Book Your Place
Hi,
Perspective is Everything is a talk by Rory Sutherland see link below, his theme is that psychological value is one of the most important areas of value. The Sleight of Mind Set Workshops pick up on these ideas, they are one day workshops all about learning, understanding and applying Mind Magic (Mentalism) and Psychological Artistry to what you do. The SMS day is about adding psychological value to you. For more information on this, please see mindsways.com/SMS/
Perspective is Everything - Adding Psychological Value
In Perspective Is Everything, ad-man Rory Sutherland gives us an interesting and entertaining take on the themes of Psychological Artistry. (Please be aware, there is strong language in this video from the beginning) Please go to www.mindsways.com/SMS/#Perspective and let me know what you think. In summary, he says;
Things are not what they are; they are what we think they are
Things are also what we compare them to
Psychological value is the best kind of value
Value is composed of three parts Technological, Economic and Psychological
This whole idea of adding psychological value to what you do is the chief aim of Psychological Artistry ; combining psychological solutions and approaches with ideas to your delivery. The focus of the Sleight of Mind Set workshop is to add psychological value to your delivery.
Maya Angelou: I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Being an effective communicator has very little to do with what you have to say, and everything to do with what people say about you. Psychological Artistry, the Sleight of Mind Set workshop and the SNT kit provokes you into becoming the talking point of a conversation. It's impossible to escape the force of impact that floating a note with your bear hands gives you when united with your compelling message.
By using the right techniques, anyone can:
Capture and maintain attention
Become more engaging
Demonstrate psychological value
Create meaningful interactions
Are you looking to learn something different that you can use in your delivery? Are you also looking for that rare thing that's new, engaging and makes you stand out? On the Sleight of Mind Set Workshop, we will give you the tools, ideas and materials that capture the scarcest resource we have in today's world: attention.
Psychological Artistry - Perception and Insight
A fascinating example of perspective and insight is shown in a well-known Fred Astaire clip, click here to see it. Perspectives determine how we:
View and interpret our experiences
Make decisions
Filter our insights
Govern our assumptions
Act and behave
It is this unseen primary influence that magicians know and understand and use very well.
Interesting examples of how all is not as it appears are the McGurk effect and Prof Richard Wiseman's "The Incredible Colour Changing Card Effect". Please take a look here or go to mindsways.com/SMS. I would love to know what you think. These illustrate both the power and the approach of Psychological Artistry.
Out Style Of Delivery: Edutrainment
Over the past 2 years, I have noticed a significant and fascinating new movement in the worlds of mentoring, training, teaching, consulting, coaching, management, therapy and many other areas. In all of these fields, the ability to work on a face-to-face basis and include Mind Magic and Psychological Artistry dramatically increases interest in you and your message, as well as your skill set, reputation and sales figures. To see some of the many success stories, please see here. It is this philosophy and principle that the Sleight of Mind Set workshop is based on, and it's this that makes you:
Stand Out
Grab and Hold Attention
Be More Interesting
Help Others
Engage More
As well as learning the effects, you can also learn valuable lessons from mind magic about how we think, act and behave. Mind Magic, as well as being entertaining and fascinating, can also be used to illustrate and understand human nature and our psychology. Using Psychological Artistry in your delivery adds both the spice of excitement and taps into this enduring popularity of magic and psychology. To see what others have said, please go to mindsways.com/about/what-people-say
The Sleight of Mind Set Workshop is about you tapping into the enduring popularity of magic and mystery by combining the ingenuity shown by Derren Brown and Dynamo with the popularity and interest evidenced by Amazon's "Most Popular Tags". For more information on this, see www.mindsways.com/SMS
The Sleight of Mind Set Workshops
They start at 10:00 a.m. and finish at 4:30 p.m. These are being held around the country, in:
London | 20th February 2013
Glasgow | 5th March 2013
Birmingham | 12th March 2013
Bath | 20th March 2013
Nr. Scunthorpe | 29th March 2013
The style of the day reflects the term "Edutrainment", with it being an immersive blend of entertainment, education and training. When you use Mind Magic and Psychological Artistry, you are tapping into;
Passion, fascination and curiosity
Mystery
The appeal of the new and the novel
People's crystallised and fluid knowledge
Cognitive fitness training
Over the past two years, hundreds of people have found the benefits of including Mind Magic and Psychological Artistry in what they do. To see what people have said about this, click here.
The aim of the day is to;
Teach you the mind magic effects
Stimulate thought
Stimulate reflection
Inform
Create actions
Get you to think anew and build anew
Learn about the importance of 'Personal Touch'
What Materials Do You Get On The Workshops?
You get all of the materials from the SNT and SMS, and by using them, you will uncover a wealth of practical, real world techniques that can be applied to add magic, Psychological Artistry and mystery to coaching, training, consultancy, presenting and therapy, and many other areas.
On the day, you will get:
The SNT Kit (12 items to develop and deliver Psychological Artistry)
2 Hour Training Video (Online supporting materials for the SNT kit)
The SMS Pack (Materials used to achieve all the effects shown in the workshop)
Presentation (A copy of the PowerPoint presentation used to review the day)
Sleight Of Mind Set eBook (A guide containing notes, scripts and supporting information for the workshop)
Follow-up support (From the trainers, if and when needed)
All of these items are entertaining, informative, engaging and practical for you to apply to your delivery.
Book Your Place
The Sleight of Mind Set Workshop is for people who are curious, who want to learn attention-grabbing effects, who want to improve how they connect and communicate with others and for those who want to express who they are and stand out from the crowd.
It is about adding a whole new skill set and training you to be able to apply the techniques and ideas from Psychological Artistry and Mind Magic so you can amplify what you do.
For more information, to watch the videos and to book your place on the Sleight of Mind Set Workshop, please click here to go to mindsways.com/SMS
Thanks,
P.S. If you have any questions, please get in touch with me or look at mindsways.com/SMS#FAQ for the Frequently Asked Questions
P.P.S. Please look at mindsways.com/the-fascination for The Fascination
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“…. People say they love a lot of things, but they really don’t. It’s just a word that’s been overused. When you put your life on the line for somebody, that’s love. But you’ll never know it until you’re in the moment. When someone will die for you, that’s love, too.”
Bob Dylan, in an interview with Mikal Gilmore, excerpted from Rolling Stone magazine, Issue No. 1166, September 27, 2012
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“…. People say they love a lot of things, but they really don’t. It’s just a word that’s been overused. When you put your life on the line for somebody, that’s love. But you’ll never know it until you’re in the moment. When someone will die for you, that’s love, too.”
Bob Dylan, in an interview with Mikal Gilmore, excerpted from Rolling Stone magazine, Issue No. 1166, September 27, 2012
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THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST SHORT STORIES EVER WRITTEN BY AN AMERICAN AUTHOR
Subject: Burial At Sea
Powerful stuff. Please take time to read all of this. I wish each American could read this one. I feel too many of us fail to grasp what our young troops have done for us for so long, the freedoms they have protected for us. To only those who would and could appreciate it. This account is one of a kind...a powerful one that touches your heart. Read this slowly and to the end. Tough duty then as it is now.
Burial at Sea” by LtCol George Goodson, USMC (Ret)
In my 76th year, the events of my life appear to me, from time to time, as a series of vignettes. Some were significant; most were trivial.
War is the seminal event in the life of everyone that has endured it. Though I fought in Korea and the Dominican Republic and was wounded there, Vietnam was my war.
Now 37 years have passed and, thankfully, I rarely think of those days in Cambodia, Laos, and the panhandle of North Vietnam where small teams of Americans and Montangards fought much larger elements of the North Vietnamese Army. Instead, I see vignettes: some exotic, some mundane:
*The smell of Nuc Mam.
*The heat, dust, and humidity.
*The blue exhaust of cycles clogging the streets.
*Elephants moving silently through the tall grass.
*Hard eyes behind the servile smiles of the villagers.
*Standing on a mountain in Laos and hearing a tiger roar.
*A young girl squeezing my hand as my medic delivered her baby.
*The flowing Ao Dais of the young women biking down Tran Hung Dao.
*My two years as Casualty Notification Officer in North Carolina , Virginia , and Maryland .
It was late 1967. I had just returned after 18 months in Vietnam . Casualties were increasing. I moved my family from Indianapolis to Norfolk , rented a house, enrolled my children in their fifth or sixth new school, and bought a second car.
A week later, I put on my uniform and drove 10 miles to Little Creek, Virginia. I hesitated before entering my new office. Appearance is important to career Marines. I was no longer, if ever, a poster Marine. I had returned from my third tour in Vietnam only 30 days before. At 5’9″, I now weighed 128 pounds – 37 pounds below my normal weight. My uniforms fit ludicrously, my skin was yellow from malaria medication, and I think I had a twitch or two.
I straightened my shoulders, walked into the office, looked at the nameplate on a Staff Sergeant’s desk and said, “Sergeant Jolly, I’m Lieutenant Colonel Goodson. Here are my orders and my Qualification Jacket.”
Sergeant Jolly stood, looked carefully at me, took my orders, stuck out his hand; we shook and he asked, “How long were you there, Colonel?” I replied “18 months this time.” Jolly breathed, “Jesus, you must be a slow learner Colonel.” I smiled.
Jolly said, “Colonel, I’ll show you to your office and bring in the Sergeant Major. I said, “No, let’s just go straight to his office.”
Jolly nodded, hesitated, and lowered his voice, “Colonel, the Sergeant Major. He’s been in this G*dd@mn job two years. He’s packed pretty tight. I’m worried about him.” I nodded.
Jolly escorted me into the Sergeant Major’s office. “Sergeant Major, this is Colonel Goodson, the new Commanding Office. The Sergeant Major stood, extended his hand and said, “Good to see you again, Colonel.” I responded, “Hello Walt, how are you?” Jolly looked at me, raised an eyebrow, walked out, and closed the door.
I sat down with the Sergeant Major. We had the obligatory cup of coffee and talked about mutual acquaintances. Walt’s stress was palpable.
Finally, I said, “Walt, what’s the h-ll’s wrong?” He turned his chair, looked out the window and said, “George, you’re going to wish you were back in Nam before you leave here.. I’ve been in the Marine Corps since 1939. I was in the Pacific 36 months, Korea for 14 months, and Vietnam for 12 months. Now I come here to bury these kids. I’m putting my letter in. I can’t take it anymore.” I said, “OK Walt. If that’s what you want, I’ll endorse your request for retirement and do what I can to push it through Headquarters Marine Corps.”
Sergeant Major Walt Xxxxx retired 12 weeks later. He had been a good Marine for 28 years, but he had seen too much death and too much suffering. He was used up.
Over the next 16 months, I made 28 death notifications, conducted 28 military funerals, and made 30 notifications to the families of Marines that were severely wounded or missing in action. Most of the details of those casualty notifications have now, thankfully, faded from memory. Four, however, remain.
MY FIRST NOTIFICATION My third or fourth day in Norfolk , I was notified of the death of a 19 year old Marine. This notification came by telephone from Headquarters Marine Corps. The information detailed:
*Name, rank, and serial number.
*Name, address, and phone number of next of kin.
*Date of and limited details about the Marine’s death.
*Approximate date the body would arrive at the Norfolk Naval Air Station.
*A strong recommendation on whether the casket should be opened or closed.
The boy’s family lived over the border in North Carolina , about 60 miles away. I drove there in a Marine Corps staff car. Crossing the state line into North Carolina , I stopped at a small country store / service station / Post Office. I went in to ask directions.
Three people were in the store. A man and woman approached the small Post Office window. The man held a package. The Storeowner walked up and addressed them by name, “Hello John . Good morning Mrs. Cooper.”
I was stunned. My casualty’s next-of-kin’s name was John Cooper !
I hesitated, then stepped forward and said, “I beg your pardon. Are you Mr. and Mrs. John Copper of (address.)
The father looked at me-I was in uniform – and then, shaking, bent at the waist, he vomited. His wife looked horrified at him and then at me.
Understanding came into her eyes and she collapsed in slow motion. I think I caught her before she hit the floor.
The owner took a bottle of whiskey out of a drawer and handed it to Mr. Cooper who drank. I answered their questions for a few minutes. Then I drove them home in my staff car. The storeowner locked the store and followed in their truck. We stayed an hour or so until the family began arriving.
I returned the storeowner to his business. He thanked me and said, “Mister, I wouldn’t have your job for a million dollars.” I shook his hand and said; “Neither would I.”
I vaguely remember the drive back to Norfolk . Violating about five Marine Corps regulations, I drove the staff car straight to my house. I sat with my family while they ate dinner, went into the den, closed the door, and sat there all night, alone.
My Marines steered clear of me for days. I had made my first death notification.
THE FUNERALS Weeks passed with more notifications and more funerals.. I borrowed Marines from the local Marine Corps Reserve and taught them to conduct a military funeral: how to carry a casket, how to fire the volleys and how to fold the flag.
When I presented the flag to the mother, wife, or father, I always said, “All Marines share in your grief.” I had been instructed to say, “On behalf of a grateful nation.” I didn’t think the nation was grateful, so I didn’t say that.
Sometimes, my emotions got the best of me and I couldn’t speak. When that happened, I just handed them the flag and touched a shoulder.
They would look at me and nod. Once a mother said to me, “I’m so sorry you have this terrible job.” My eyes filled with tears and I leaned over and kissed her.
ANOTHER NOTIFICATION Six weeks after my first notification, I had another. This was a young PFC. I drove to his mother’s house. As always, I was in uniform and driving a Marine Corps staff car. I parked in front of the house, took a deep breath, and walked towards the house. Suddenlythe door flew open, a middle-aged woman rushed out. She looked at me and ran across the yard, screaming “NO! NO! NO! NO!”
I hesitated. Neighbors came out. I ran to her, grabbed her, and whispered stupid things to reassure her. She collapsed. I picked her up and carried her into the house. Eight or nine neighbors followed. Ten or fifteen later, the father came in followed by ambulance personnel. I have no recollection of leaving.
The funeral took place about two weeks later. We went through the drill. The mother never looked at me. The father looked at me once and shook his head sadly.
ANOTHER NOTIFICATION One morning, as I walked in the office, the phone was ringing. Sergeant Jolly held the phone up and said, “You’ve got another one, Colonel.” I nodded, walked into my office, picked up the phone, took notes, thanked the officer making the call, I have no idea why, and hung up. Jolly, who had listened, came in with a special Telephone Directory that translates telephone numbers into the person’s address and place of employment.
The father of this casualty was a Longshoreman. He lived a mile from my office. I called the Longshoreman’s Union Office and asked for the Business Manager. He answered the phone, I told him who I was, and asked for the father’s schedule.
The Business Manager asked, “Is it his son?” I said nothing. After a moment, he said, in a low voice, “Tom is at home today.” I said, “Don’t call him. I’ll take care of that.” The Business Manager said, “Aye, Aye Sir,” and then explained, “Tom and I were Marines in WWII.”
I got in my staff car and drove to the house. I was in uniform. I knocked and a woman in her early forties answered the door. I saw instantly that she was clueless. I asked, “Is Mr. Smith home?” She smiled pleasantly and responded, “Yes, but he’s eating breakfast now. Can you come back later?” I said, “I’m sorry. It’s important, I need to see him now.”
She nodded, stepped back into the beach house and said, “Tom, it’s for you.”
A moment later, a ruddy man in his late forties, appeared at the door. He looked at me, turned absolutely pale, steadied himself, and said, “Jesus Christ man, he’s only been there three weeks!”
Months passed. More notifications and more funerals. Then one day while I was running, Sergeant Jolly stepped outside the building and gave a loud whistle, two fingers in his mouth…. I never could do that… and held an imaginary phone to his ear.
Another call from Headquarters Marine Corps. I took notes, said, “Got it.” and hung up. I had stopped saying “Thank You” long ago.
Jolly, “Where?”
Me, “Eastern Shore of Maryland . The father is a retired Chief Petty Officer. His brother will accompany the body back from Vietnam .”
Jolly shook his head slowly, straightened, and then said, “This time of day, it’ll take three hours to get there and back. I’ll call the Naval Air Station and borrow a helicopter. And I’ll have Captain Tolliver get one of his men to meet you and drive you to the Chief’s home.”
He did, and 40 minutes later, I was knocking on the father’s door. He opened the door, looked at me, then looked at the Marine standing at parade rest beside the car, and asked, “Which one of my boys was it, Colonel?”
I stayed a couple of hours, gave him all the information, my office and home phone number and told him to call me, anytime.
He called me that evening about 2300 (11:00PM). “I’ve gone through my boy’s papers and found his will. He asked to be buried at sea. Can you make that happen?” I said, “Yes I can, Chief. I can and I will.”
My wife who had been listening said, “Can you do that?” I told her, “I have no idea. But I’m going to break my ass trying.”
I called Lieutenant General Alpha Bowser, Commanding General, Fleet Marine Force Atlantic, at home about 2330, explained the situation, and asked, “General, can you get me a quick appointment with the Admiral at Atlantic Fleet Headquarters?” General Bowser said,” George, you be there tomorrow at 0900. He will see you.
I was and the Admiral did.. He said coldly, “How can the Navy help the Marine Corps, Colonel.” I told him the story. He turned to his Chief of Staff and said, “Which is the sharpest destroyer in port?” The Chief of Staff responded with a name.
The Admiral called the ship, “Captain, you’re going to do a burial at sea. You’ll report to a Marine Lieutenant Colonel Goodson until this mission is completed.”
He hung up, looked at me, and said, “The next time you need a ship, Colonel, call me. You don’t have to sic Al Bowser on my ass.” I responded, “Aye Aye, Sir” and got the h-ll out of his office.
I went to the ship and met with the Captain, Executive Officer, and the Senior Chief. Sergeant Jolly and I trained the ship’s crew for four days.
Then Jolly raised a question none of us had thought of. He said, “These government caskets are air tight. How do we keep it from floating?”
All the high priced help including me sat there looking dumb. Then the Senior Chief stood and said, “Come on Jolly. I know a bar where the retired guys from World War II hang out.”
They returned a couple of hours later, slightly the worst for wear, and said, “It’s simple; we cut four 12″ holes in the outer shell of the casket on each side and insert 300 lbs of lead in the foot end of the casket. We can handle that, no sweat.”
The day arrived. The ship and the sailors looked razor sharp. General Bowser, the Admiral, a US Senator, and a Navy Band were on board. The sealed casket was brought aboard and taken below for modification. The ship got underway to the 12-fathom depth.
The sun was hot. The ocean flat. The casket was brought aft and placed on a catafalque. The Chaplin spoke. The volleys were fired. The flag was removed, folded, and I gave it to the father. The band played “Eternal Father Strong to Save.” The casket was raised slightly at the head and it slid into the sea.
The heavy casket plunged straight down about six feet. The incoming water collided with the air pockets in the outer shell. The casket stopped abruptly, rose straight out of the water about three feet, stopped, and slowly slipped back into the sea. The air bubbles rising from the sinking casket sparkled in the in the sunlight as the casket disappeared from sight forever.
The next morning I called a personal friend, Lieutenant General Oscar Peatross, at Headquarters Marine Corps and said, “General, get me the f*ck out of here. I can’t take this sh_t anymore.” I was transferred two weeks later.
I was a good Marine but, after 17 years, I had seen too much death and too much suffering. I was used up.
Vacating the house, my family and I drove to the office in a two-car convoy. I said my goodbyes. Sergeant Jolly walked out with me. He waved at my family, looked at me with tears in his eyes, came to attention, saluted, and said, “Well Done, Colonel. Well Done.”
I felt as if I had received the Medal of Honor!
That is all
s/f
Tags: Burial at Sea, George Goodson, Lt Col George Goodson USMC (Ret)
A BIT MORE ABOUT THE COLONEL:
www.thesandgram.com/2009/12/22/internet-legend-ltcol-geor...
THE STORY THAT APPEARED IN THE MARINE CORPS GAZETTE
www.marinecorpsgazette-digital.com/marinecorpsgazette/200...
oasisgrp.org/
www.flickr.com/photos/10393601@N08/2705089414www.flickr.c...
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With Regret
Whitney Houston's death, while a sad thing, was the direct result of very unwise life choices. It dominates the news.
Charlie Sheen is 45 and his story is all over the news because he is a substance abuser, an adulterer, sexually promiscuous and obnoxious.
Lindsay Lohan is 24 and her story is all over the news because she is a celebrity drug addict and thief.
Something as frivolous as Kim Kardashian’s stupid wedding [and short-lived marriage] was shoved down our throats.
Meanwhile.....
Justin Allen, 23
Brett Linley, 29
Matthew Weikert, 29
Justus Bartett, 27
Dave Santos, 21
Jesse Reed, 26
Matthew Johnson, 21
Zachary Fisher, 24
Brandon King 23
Christopher Goeke, 23
and Sheldon Tate, 27.....
Are all Marines that gave their lives last month for you. There is no media for them; not even a mention of their names. Honor THEM by sending this on.
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postscript:
The Medal of Honor is a Valor medal and says this on the Medal itself. it is bestowed on men and women in the military who, in moments of extreme danger, have been willing to sacrifice everything they have to save the life or lives of other persons. it does not belong to the recipient of the Medal. it belongs to everyone BUT the recipient. it belongs to the People of the United States of America as a tribute to the extreme and continuing value that we still place on Honor....a set of Beliefs and Values and Faith that the Nation was founded upon and that will live forever…and the recipient has been recognized by The People of this Country for acting on those Beliefs, those Values and that Faith ‘above and beyond the Call of Duty’.
This when the smell started knocking me on my ass. (I skipped the step where I added flour, because who cares?)
Mild, creamy curry with a twist, vanilla ice cream is added to this dish to create a unique taste and curry from Mango Tree, Preston
© 2018 Tony Worrall
I'm not getting out much just now due to weather and looking after my better half so going through my files.
1.Paint one layer with random (or not) colors
2.Add a new layer and fill it with any color you want( I chose white)
3.Select the eraser with a bit of transparency
4.Then, on the first layer, I added some blue where I thought it was needed
Apps used: Brushes and Montage
The group grows. Now we have John Kowalinski, Joe Maurer, Tim Kowalinski, Kayla Walters, Zipporah Caspers, John Klaves, Faith Caspers, Joshua Anumolu, Caleb Schaber, and Rebecca Dickman.
Fashion Model Asif Ekbal
is an award winning international model from Bangladesh.
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