Layng quietly in fields

Layng quietly in fields
Glstening lights

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The brightest, warmest sun ever.

Today's Tids Issue 2,211
Opening Stuff:

I was going to start off this morning with an eloquent paragraph about the early morning fall sun glaring off cruise liners as they made their way through our East Passage over quiet glistening waters awaiting fluttering sails of trim boats. But then I thought…there is no more eloquent, glistening sun than the one that the Chilean miners saw as they emerged form their dark dungeon. That’s the sun that counts.

Joan Sutherland was a helluva singer!

The Question:
What is – 2 cups of flour, ¼ teaspoon salt, 2 sticks of unsalted butter, ½ cup powdered sugar and 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract? And, why is important to know this?

The Headlines:
--The World Hugs The Freed Miners; One Miner Emerges From the Bowels Of The earth About Each Hour.
--New Ancestry Data Shows Obama And Palin As Related.
--JP Morgan Chase Profits Rise 23% To $4.42 Billion: Bank Able To Set Aside $1,55 Bil To Cover Personal Banking Division Losses Going Forward.
--Ahmadinejad Trip To Lebanon Expected To Increase Middle East tensions.
--Security Rises At India’s Commonwealth Games After terrorist Strike Warning.
--Secy Of Defense Gates Says Courts Should Not Set Policy On Gays In Military.

Back to More Stuff:
I don’t know if Connecticut’s Linda McMahon will win or not, but she is sure making it obvious that if voters get tangled up in their party allegiances and elect Blumenthal, the state will be represented by a myopic loser.

When you come right down to it, everybody out there working hard is hoping some day to get the gravy.

Most Tea Party leaders are saying that if the Republicans had done the job when they had the Congress, there would never have been a Tea Party movement! The Tea Party, they say isn’t Republican or Democrat, but represents a sensible alternative to a governing body that has grown immune to the needs of voters and taxpayers and is virtually ineffective for the people.

The newscasters are worrying about whether or not the Chilean miners will suffer claustrophobia on the trip back up to the earth’s surface. They’ve been living in a dark hole a mile under the ground for two months! God what idiots!

But Useful Idiots for leftist politicians.

They must know that communist countries have always shut down the press, but for some reason here the main stream press seems to think a socialistic form of government is a good idea?

Through the Same Eyes: Epilogue continues. –The kids were all over me during my first days home. Attentive and very loving. Happy they said that I was all right. But I could sense that their feelings were much deeper, and that the tragedy so close to them was affecting their sense of security. I loved them twice as hard back.
Paul? Well…Paul…Paul was just Paul. Looking at me like a new lover. Yet with the eyes of a man who knew everything about me and accepted me for what I meant to him. He always was like that. I often anguished over my intoxication by Kent because of the unequivocal love that Paul had for me. It’s why I questioned myself. The character of who I had become in the arms of Kent Middleton. Maybe me, Mrs. Independent thinker, actually held a great sense of entitlement that enabled me to disillusion myself. Maybe my life of achievement has really been one of denial.
Here I am -- a person who cheated on her husband and was used by people she thought respected her; A life’s work that lead to brutal murders and a complex business fraud – sitting in the corner office of LR&H feeling comfortable that this is where I should be; That I am the only person who can put it all back together again.
Jack Wiley, a man I believed in and trusted with my life and future had used me. He always wanted more than his successful but small Boston investment bank provided. And it had provided for him extremely well. But, not in his mind, and especially his wife’s. Isabelle was an old classmate of his, and he learned from her about some brilliant scientists creating a new business in the high growth potential Bio-genetics business. They became lovers and he pulled some strings with his local cronies to generate start-up financing and appoint Izzy as President of the new company BiEm. Kent, the founding scientist, knew what it would take to beat other smart competitors and he set up the convoluted vandalism plan that would eventually produce live subjects for testing. And the death of Bromsky. The dreadfully weak Symington was another old school pal of Wiley I learned later, and became the inevitable snitch in my operation. They -- Izzy, Jack and Jeff -- were essentially controlling my every move. The one thing they hadn’t figured on, was that Kent would fall in love with me.
“Hi Boss.” Bill Claxton, no worse for wear after his beating, had stepped into my room. “Legal just called me. The new Name for BiEmbyo is approved – “Middleton Genetics”.
“Good”, I smiled. “Roll out the publicity on our hero scientist…and make sure they know how much Kent was loved!”

The Mexican investigator in charge of the case about the shooting of an American on a South Texas lake was found decapitated; His head was in a suitcase. I have a great idea for a nuclear bomb strike.

Why does the public have to endure endless apologies by ESPN for sexual predators like Kobe Bryant, Ben Roethlisberger, Tiger Woods and now the tedious Brett Favre. It just shows how an investment in personality can dilute moral integrity

One of the reasons I’m never too impressed by celebrities is that all too often I see them wearing Ya-Ya-Ya…(Well…You Know Who I Mean)…caps. I mean how smart can they be?

The Answer: If you follow the directions about you will make delicious short bread, one of the finest foods on earth. It is important to know this because you can dip it in chocolate. Crumple it over ice cream or make an amazing pie crust out of it. It is one of our most important food groups.

The Tids would have a lot more daily information if I could read my handwriting in my notes.

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