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An omnibus of observations from the San Fernando Valley and beyond.
There is a Chinese story of a farmer who used a horse to till his fields. One day, the horse escaped into the hills and when the farmer's neighbors sympathized with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied, "Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?"
A week later, the horse returned with a herd of horses from the hills and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, "Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?"
Then, when the farmer's son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, "Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?"
Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer's son with his broken leg, they left him on the farm. Now was that good luck or bad luck?
Who knows?
Luck is life.
The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.
-- William Hazlitt (1778 - 1830)
The earliest usable and much copied velocipede was German Karl Drais' Laufmaschine (German for "running machine"), the world's first 'push bike' or balance bicycle (sometimes also called 'swiftwalker' in English), patented in January 1818 and very popular for a short while both in France (where it was called draisienne), and the United Kingdom (where it was nicknamed dandy horse, as it was very popular among dandies). It was made entirely of wood and had no practical use except on a well-maintained pathway in a park or garden.
A "spin" on the water transportation idea:
"For many months, the GEO600 team-members had been scratching their heads over the inexplicable noise that is plaguing their giant detector. Then, out of the blue, a researcher approached them with an explanation. In fact, he had even predicted the noise before he knew they were detecting it."The GEO600 has stumbled upon something incredible . . . more here.
I was born in New England and have always had a fondness for the scenery there. But the stark beauty of the terrain out here in the West can be breathtaking.
"In a word: optimism. I look at the good. When you are relaxed, your body is always relaxed. When you are pessimistic, your body behaves in an unnatural way. It is up to us whether we look at the good or the bad. When you are nice to others, they are nice to you. When you give, you receive."From an interview with 106-year-old Alice Herz-Sommer, a friend of Franz Kafka