Ye see how large a letter I have written unto you with mine own hand...Galatians 6:11.
I like this man's style! Below is a letter written by Robert Pirosh in the 1930's. He was applying for a job interview for the position of screenwriter in Hollywood.
Dear Sir:
I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave "V" words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land's-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.
I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.
I have just returned and I still like words.
May I have a few with you?
Robert Pirosh
385 Madison Avenue
Room 610
New York
Eldorado 5-6024
I enjoyed this letter and the wonderful way Mr. Pirosh had of applying for the job of someone who would be writing for a living. What an amazing idea! P.S. Thank you, Mr. Jeremiah Jacques for sharing this article link on Twitter today.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
The Violin
Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs...Psalms 150:4.
This morning, as I enjoyed my coffee, I was delighted by the violin performance of Mr. Joshua Bell. I have a friend in the church with that same name. I wonder sometimes if my friend and brother has ever listened to Mr. Bell, the violin virtuoso, or if he's even aware that he shares the same name as that of a famous classic violinist? I will try to remember to ask my friend that sometime.
I was quite intrigued by the story of how Mr. Bell spent some time one day inside of a busy subway terminal in Washington, D.C. playing for the busy crowd who came and went mostly without any notice at all of this famous violinist. Mr. Bell did this to help a Washington Post writer, Mr. Gene Weingarten, with a story that he would write. The experiment was to see if anyone would even notice that an internationally known violinist was performing free of charge for the ordinary people or are we, as a nation, losing our grasp on beautiful classical music.
What an interesting adventure this was to be. Mr. Bell agreed to do it out of his own curiousity a little, I'm sure. Here was a classical violinist who garners $100 for even a mediocre seat at his, standing room only, performances about to play for free in a busy metro subway. How many would listen to or even recognize him? For the performance Mr. Bell dressed down in jeans and tee-shirt and a baseball cap. He placed his open violin case on the floor and seeded it with a few dollar bills and change thrown in. Would this man, in his late 30's, who appears onstage in tuxedos before thousands of listeners be recognized or even listened to--for free--by strangers in a busy subway station?
Below is a link to the article written by Mr. Weingarten and a YouTube video of the event. I hope you will take time to read this wonderful article by Mr. Weingarten to get the whole story. I believe that it will be worth your time.
This morning, as I enjoyed my coffee, I was delighted by the violin performance of Mr. Joshua Bell. I have a friend in the church with that same name. I wonder sometimes if my friend and brother has ever listened to Mr. Bell, the violin virtuoso, or if he's even aware that he shares the same name as that of a famous classic violinist? I will try to remember to ask my friend that sometime.
I was quite intrigued by the story of how Mr. Bell spent some time one day inside of a busy subway terminal in Washington, D.C. playing for the busy crowd who came and went mostly without any notice at all of this famous violinist. Mr. Bell did this to help a Washington Post writer, Mr. Gene Weingarten, with a story that he would write. The experiment was to see if anyone would even notice that an internationally known violinist was performing free of charge for the ordinary people or are we, as a nation, losing our grasp on beautiful classical music.
What an interesting adventure this was to be. Mr. Bell agreed to do it out of his own curiousity a little, I'm sure. Here was a classical violinist who garners $100 for even a mediocre seat at his, standing room only, performances about to play for free in a busy metro subway. How many would listen to or even recognize him? For the performance Mr. Bell dressed down in jeans and tee-shirt and a baseball cap. He placed his open violin case on the floor and seeded it with a few dollar bills and change thrown in. Would this man, in his late 30's, who appears onstage in tuxedos before thousands of listeners be recognized or even listened to--for free--by strangers in a busy subway station?
Below is a link to the article written by Mr. Weingarten and a YouTube video of the event. I hope you will take time to read this wonderful article by Mr. Weingarten to get the whole story. I believe that it will be worth your time.
Mr. Joshua Bell
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Fingal's Cave
The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower...Psalm 18:2.
Geoffrey Withington shared a couple of photos this morning on his blog that were of a cave in Scotland called Fingal's Cave. It's so amazing! I found this video tour of the cave on You-Tube:
This is such an astounding video. The rocks have a layered look due to the formation of the waves of the ocean, I suppose. Even the rocks in the ceiling of the cave have the same layered look. Astounding!
I thought this morning of how God's protection is like a wall all around us like this cave's walls which rear up tremendously high. God protects us from more evil than we will ever know about I think. Satan would destroy God's family in an instant if he could. But God is our rock and our fortress against all harm and against Satan's worst.
I went inside of a cave in Kentucky when I was a teenager. But I'm almost certain that Fingal's Cave makes even Mammoth Cave look dwarfed by comparison. After all look at the walls of this cave in the video and the people beside it. I don't remember Mammoth Cave being that tall. It made me dizzy just to look at it in the video. *laugh*
The music is Felix Mendelssohn's Overture. Geoffrey blogged about Mr. Mendelssohn this morning. The majestic music suits the cave and the ocean waves clashing against them. What a wonderful meditation I've had this morning thanks to Geoffrey and Fingal's Cave.
Geoffrey Withington shared a couple of photos this morning on his blog that were of a cave in Scotland called Fingal's Cave. It's so amazing! I found this video tour of the cave on You-Tube:
This is such an astounding video. The rocks have a layered look due to the formation of the waves of the ocean, I suppose. Even the rocks in the ceiling of the cave have the same layered look. Astounding!
I thought this morning of how God's protection is like a wall all around us like this cave's walls which rear up tremendously high. God protects us from more evil than we will ever know about I think. Satan would destroy God's family in an instant if he could. But God is our rock and our fortress against all harm and against Satan's worst.
I went inside of a cave in Kentucky when I was a teenager. But I'm almost certain that Fingal's Cave makes even Mammoth Cave look dwarfed by comparison. After all look at the walls of this cave in the video and the people beside it. I don't remember Mammoth Cave being that tall. It made me dizzy just to look at it in the video. *laugh*
The music is Felix Mendelssohn's Overture. Geoffrey blogged about Mr. Mendelssohn this morning. The majestic music suits the cave and the ocean waves clashing against them. What a wonderful meditation I've had this morning thanks to Geoffrey and Fingal's Cave.
Felix Mendelssohn
1809-1847
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Dixie Alley
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee...Psalm 91.7
Some of the news agencies are now dubbing the South "Dixie Alley" due to all of the tornadoes that ripped through the deep south Wednesday and Friday. One right after the other they came. I don't know the number of them yet. They swept through most of the deep South: Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Tennesse, Missouri, Kentucky.
Like most, I had my television tuned to the local news and weather. All of the local channels had solid coverage from start to finish of most of the tornadoes. Here in my city we had two distinct waves, one in the early morning and the last in the evening from around 6 pm to 9pm. That's when most of the damage was done to my area, I believe. Local television coverage was excellent. The new updated radar systems allowed them to pinpoint exactly where the rotations were and they were able to estimate the times of the arrival for each county and give early warnings. Still some lives were taken but not as many as there might have been had we not had such amazing coverage on the local stations.
There was so much damage done near to my city. A lot of damage followed on a path down the street where I live except it began farther out from me and went into the next county. I received calls asking about my safety when it was announced on tv that a lot of damage had been done on my street. God had protected my home and those around me.
My friend, Cindy Abbott, asked if me I was ok. We had both been watching the same tv station when they told about my street. I had heard the rain and wind outside but as far as I could tell no buildings around my home had received any damage. I did hear all of the sirens from firetrucks and other EMS vehicles pass by on my street as the calls came in.
I am so blessed to be alive. God protected me and those in my church from harm on those days. Several members were calling each other to be sure everyone was safe. All of us were in prayer on Wednesday and Friday for God's protection.
Yesterday I had a most wonderful Sabbath and enjoyed seeing all of my church family together and well.
Here are some photos below taken by our local newspaper of one of our twisters and of the damage left behind.
Some of the news agencies are now dubbing the South "Dixie Alley" due to all of the tornadoes that ripped through the deep south Wednesday and Friday. One right after the other they came. I don't know the number of them yet. They swept through most of the deep South: Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Tennesse, Missouri, Kentucky.
Like most, I had my television tuned to the local news and weather. All of the local channels had solid coverage from start to finish of most of the tornadoes. Here in my city we had two distinct waves, one in the early morning and the last in the evening from around 6 pm to 9pm. That's when most of the damage was done to my area, I believe. Local television coverage was excellent. The new updated radar systems allowed them to pinpoint exactly where the rotations were and they were able to estimate the times of the arrival for each county and give early warnings. Still some lives were taken but not as many as there might have been had we not had such amazing coverage on the local stations.
There was so much damage done near to my city. A lot of damage followed on a path down the street where I live except it began farther out from me and went into the next county. I received calls asking about my safety when it was announced on tv that a lot of damage had been done on my street. God had protected my home and those around me.
My friend, Cindy Abbott, asked if me I was ok. We had both been watching the same tv station when they told about my street. I had heard the rain and wind outside but as far as I could tell no buildings around my home had received any damage. I did hear all of the sirens from firetrucks and other EMS vehicles pass by on my street as the calls came in.
I am so blessed to be alive. God protected me and those in my church from harm on those days. Several members were calling each other to be sure everyone was safe. All of us were in prayer on Wednesday and Friday for God's protection.
Yesterday I had a most wonderful Sabbath and enjoyed seeing all of my church family together and well.
Here are some photos below taken by our local newspaper of one of our twisters and of the damage left behind.
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