coz mr when you get there they don't ask - they don't ask what you saved - all they wanna know mr is what you gave

Cois na Teineadh

Where glows the Irish hearth with peat
There lives a subtle spell—
The faint blue smoke, the gentle heat,
The moorland odours tell.

Of white roads winding by the edge
Of bare, untamèd land,
Where dry stone wall or ragged hedge
Runs wide on either hand.

To cottage lights that lure you in
From rainy Western skies;
And by the friendly glow within
Of simple talk, and wise,

And tales of magic, love or arms
From days when princes met
To listen to the lay that charms
The Connacht peasant yet,

There Honour shines through passions dire,
There beauty blends with mirth—
Wild hearts, ye never did aspire
Wholly for things of earth!

Cold, cold this thousand years—yet still
On many a time-stained page
Your pride, your truth, your dauntless will,
Burn on from age to age.

And still around the fires of peat
Live on the ancient days;
There still do living lips repeat
The old and deathless lays.

And when the wavering wreaths ascend
Blue in the evening air,
The soul of Ireland seems to bend
Above her children there.

~ T. W. Rolleston

About midnight last night the thunder rolled in from the northwest. It began as a faint growl, easily mistakeable for feet on the stairs, but as the first blue-white flickers began to light up the sky it grew into the crackling crescendo one associates with dark and stormy night movies. Enormous bolts descended from the sky, across which the cloud cover was scudding as if blown by a giant pair of lungs. The rifle-fire spattering and deep, echoing rumbles, with the occasional percussive clap, continued for half an hour and faded away into the west as quickly as it had come, leaving the colors of the ozone behind my eyelids.

gravedigger - when you dig my grave - could you make it shallow - so that i can feel the rain

i’m floating down a river - oars freed from their homes long ago - lying face up on the floor - of my vessel - i marvel at the stars - and feel my heart overflow

hear me boys - now take my advice - to america i'll have ye not be coming - there is nothing here but war- where the murd'ring cannons roar - and i wish i were at home - in dear old dublin

In this life I'm a woman. In my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear. When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that. Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too. When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that. If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that. If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat. Yup...gonna be a bear....

~ thanks, Elisa :-)

At work again, with shoulders twinging occasionally to remind me that they exist.

Just sent another OB freshman out the door with his business theory paper: three sound theories of modern business work motivation. One: equity theory. People work better if they feel they are being treated fairly and all employees are on a level basis. Two: goal theory. People are more motivated to attain a goal if it is clearly defined, difficult, and attractive. People like to work on things that interest them and will give a high level of personal satisfaction upon completion. Three: personal and material resource theory. Constraints on a person's work are demotivating. Put the right person with the right job (something they can do) and give them the tools they need in order to accomplish their goal.

With these three steps you can have a functional and productive business with a lot of happy workers.

What are the work motivation theories of life?

today i woke up and you were gone - the whole day wondering what I did wrong - it's like i'm falling from a mountaintop - my heart keeps pounding and it won't stop

and what have you got at the end of the day? - what have you got to take away? - a bottle of whisky and a new set of lies - blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes

when you gonna make up your mind - when you gonna love you as much as i do - when you gonna make up your mind - cuz things are gonna change so fast - all the white horses have gone ahead - i tell you that i'll always want you near - you say that things change my dear