Saving Humanities 1 Human, 1 Artwork, 1 Poem, 1 Quote, 1 a Time.


Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , , | December 30, 2007 2 comments

Carl Sagan about the pale blue dot that is our world:

"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."


"That's all we've got"
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , | December 25, 2007 4 comments
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , | December 22, 2007 No comments
Every year a spectacular magic fills the air. It starts about October with carving the Pumpkin. Then in November, the Turkey. Than by December a piece of our heart has already begun to be carved out and gifted to others as kind deeds increase and shine more predominately. Any indifferences with Family and Friends are all but forgotten. Smiles are given to Strangers we chance to see here and there. Suddenly we don’t mind the heavy traffic, circling parking lots for a space, or standing in long lines. We can even climb the highest tree to place an ornament atop. Wobbly ladders press against homes with legs in the snow or on thin ice - we clamber the rungs to dangle lights while our lives hang in the balance. Throw caution to the wind and step onto the decorated tile nailed roofs. We are invincible! And so it was for my Sister. Having never used a jigsaw before except to assemble a picture, she takes the awkward tool in hand and with nothing more than the power of sheer determination – she begins! My two young Nephews, perhaps for fear of life and limbs - pretend to busy themselves else where with what ever it is young Teenagers do. Then when all is saw and done, they gather near their Mom. Mentally I’m sure they were counting digits and when they reached 10, noting all her fingers and toes intact – they delight in the joy of Camels amid the still dusty mist! And so in the Spirit of this magical Season; I share the lawn awaited results!
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , | December 18, 2007 2 comments

Look at the lines the artist used to draw this picture of Christ. There are scenes from Christ's life.

Do you see the Nativity, Jesus on the Cross, Jesus healing the sick, the Angel blowing the trumpet, the shepherd? What else do you see? Have you ever seen anything like this?

In the Circle of God's love, God's waiting to use your full potential.

May God Always Bless You and Yours!

Found on the WWW somewhere, e-mailed to me from a Friend
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , | December 08, 2007 6 comments
It’s helpful sometimes to search your blog title and/or your name in various search engines for various reasons such as verifying you are listed, what is listed about you and your site, etc. Today I did just that, searched my blog title; simply bindingink. I was delightedly surprised to find that Someone was kind enough to include my main domain site at About Us. And whom ever was so anonymously thoughtful to do this, did an excellent piece of work, representing my Organization and cause professionally and reputably. I would like to Thank the Person for doing this considerate deed. Thank You!

If you don’t know About Us, should you learn, edit your info, get listed? About Us is a Wiki, a Community, “Together we make About Us, a growing resource for people, organizations and their communities”.

About Us offers:

Search: “Search over 10 million, editable pages on AboutUs to find what interests you.”

Edit: “Help build this global resource by editing these pages!”

1-800: “To better help our customers, we've acquired the toll free number… making us the only major wiki to our knowledge to provide toll-free support.”

Once listed at About Us, your site Title, Description, Languages, Additional Information, and an excellent array of Related Domains are included. I’m not sure how the Related Domains are selected and/or if each are manually added in, however; the Related Domains are extremely relevant to my sites contents. Including:

Each Related Domain name links to an About Us Info about Your Site, like mine. See if you are listed on About Us and start Editing your site Info to expand, update your contents. Let us help those People who are helping our sites get listed and noticed! Lets do the Wiki the About Us way!

And a big huge Appreciative Thank You to those whom have already listed our sites at About Us! For Behind Every Pen, There is a Person.
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , | December 06, 2007 No comments
A Co-Worker turned the big 50 the other day! Many of us couldn’t help rather to discuss how she does not look nearly 50. Then she began telling us about her Husband. In fact, later this week they will have been married for 10 years! She continued with how her Husband can be a Crab Apple in the mornings. To avoid this, she usually awakens before him so as to ready herself for work. The day of her Birthday was no different. She towel dried from her shower and proceeded to brush her teeth. Suddenly her Husband comes rushing into the bathroom. Startled, she asked him what he was doing. In a Frisky manner he replied, “ I just wanted to see what a sexy 50 year old butt looks like.” Needless to say, this made her day.

Is that like the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard!

There’s a quote on the WWW that goes:

“Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
most men don't want to reach for the good ones
because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they sometimes take apples from the ground that are not as good, but easy.
The apples at the top think something is wrong
with them, when in reality they are amazing.
They just have to wait for the right person
to come along, the one who is brave enough
to climb all the way to the top of the tree.”

Crab Apple or not, surely my Co-Worker found the right Person brave enough to climb to the top, her Husband – the Apple of her eye.

Permission from Co-Worker to write this story granted to
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , | December 05, 2007 8 comments

Found on the WWW somewhere, e-mailed to me from a Friend

Three birds a flight caught in such delight! And though this photo could be an edit using a computer program, I like to believe that it is God, Smiling down on us All!
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , , | November 29, 2007 4 comments
There Is A Moral To This Story

In a zoo in California , a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth.

The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve.

After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only orphans" that could be found quickly, were a litter of weanling pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger. Would they become cubs or pork chops?

Take a won't believe your eyes!!

According to Snopes, "This article has been circulating via e-mail since the mid-2006. Even a CBS affiliate KDKA-TV in Pittsburgh ran the same item as a straight news story."

At , the truth is revealed that "the Sriracha Tiger Zoo in Thailand features creative shows and displays of animals including these pictures. One of the goals of the zoo is to demonstrate how animals of different species can live peacefully together."

Apart from the textual hogwash, there is a lesson to be learnt from these factual Tiger piglet pictures:

So, "Please tell me one more time..........

Why can't the rest of the World get along?"

The lion shall lay down with the lamb

Of Note:
Don't forget the hug jar Give A Great Gift This Holiday Season, Free HUGS!
Not Your Usual Holiday Chat

Hello, Welcome – come have a seat. Here’s a nice Rocking Chair, a Recliner, a Wing chair with a comfortable ottoman to put your feet up on. Can I get you all something to drink? Hot tea, some punch, warm apple cider with a cinnamon ball, coffee…? And so has arrived ‘tis season, when a magical twinkle glistens from children’s eyes in wonder and anticipation. A time of Family and Friends gathering together. Laughter is in the air. Yet for some of us a sadness lingers in our heart. We miss our Loved Ones whom can no longer be here during these Festivities. Of those whom passed long ago, we still yearn and cherish their memories. Something some People can’t identify with. While others heal differently and at their own pace. Still ‘tis the Season, so we just put on the best smile we can. Nevertheless; our heart aches. This is why I have invited you here for a Holiday Chat, to let you know there are many whom do recognize your sadness. And so, though near or far, let our Human Spirits embrace each other not only in understanding and acknowledgement, rather also in comfort. A gentle encirclement that says it’s ok to still miss them, sealed with Hugs to help carry on that merriment smile. Now we will expand our circle and send out all our strength and Hugs to help others, cause during the Holidays is the worst time to lose Loved Ones. Too often crime, fires, accidents claim their Lives. Just before Thanksgiving at my place of Employment, a Co-Worker whom had been recovering from a stroke passed away, the day after Thanksgiving another Co-Worker passed away unexpectedly of a heart attack. In-between, a young Co-Worker lost her Mom then her Aunt, meanwhile; her Brother is in the hospital needing surgery on his legs due to possible diabetes complications, and a young Co-Worker has lost his Father. Then there are our Military Men, Women, Family, Friends whom can not be Home for the Holidays. Yes, pull up a chair – have a seat, join us in letting our Human Spirit be of comfort to all in need ‘tis Season.

Give A Great Gift This Holiday Season

May the world hug you today
With its warmth, and love.
And may the wind carry a voice
That tells you there is Family, Friends
Sitting in another corner of the world wishing you well!
(From The Difference Between Strength and Courage ~Author Unknown~)

Remember, Hugs are what make the World round.

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**Special Requests:

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Hugs, two more unfortunate deaths on the SC Highways; a GrandMother and a pregnant Teenager

Hugs to All Military Men, Women, Family, Friends whom can not be Home for the Holidays

Hugs to my Nephews whose biological Father recently passed away - Love Auntie Michelle

Know Someone who needs a Hug? Fill the with your links or Their Names – by emailing them to HUGS or request via comment.We will be updating regularly.
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , , | November 12, 2007 No comments
Carrie Underwood has a song Ever Ever After for the movie Enchanted. The lyrics begin “Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true Deep down inside we want to believe they still do”. Well recently the News revives the fairy tale of UFOs. November 9th Larry King aired Are UFOs for real? with “a panel of guests, including military officials who say they saw unidentified flying objects.” Click to Watch the Larry King Segment

This was in preparation for today’s November 12 News Conference, UFO Close Encounters; at the National Press Club in Washington D.C., though this event is not affiliated with the National Press Club . The Sponsors of UFO Close Encounters are James Fox, Executive Producer of the movie Out of the Blue and Leslie Kean, Investigative Journalist with the Coalition for Freedom of Information. The Moderator is Former Arizona Governor Fife Symington. Military and government officials from 7 countries will present evidence of close encounters with UFOs and the results of government investigations:

Fife Symington, Former Arizona Governor, Moderator

Ray Bowyer, Captain, Aurigny Air Services, Channel Islands

Rodrigo Bravo, Captain and Pilot for the Aviation Army of Chile

General Wilfried De Brouwer, former Deputy Chief of Staff, Belgian Air Force (Ret.)

John Callahan, Chief of Accidents and Investigations for the FAA, 1980’s (Ret.)

Dr. Anthony Choy, founder, 2001, OIFAA, Peruvian Air Force

Jean-Claude Duboc, Captain, Air France (Ret.)

Charles I. Halt, Col. USAF (Ret.), Former Director, Inspections Directorate, DOD I.G.

General Parviz Jafari, Iranian Air Force (Ret.)

Jim Penniston, TSgt USAF (Ret.)

Dr. Claude Poher, Centre National d’Etudes Spatiales, founder, French GEPAN

Nick Pope, Ministry of Defence, UK, 1985-2006

Dr. Jean-Claude Ribes, Centre National de la Recherche Scientifique, France, 1963-98

Comandante Oscar Santa Maria, Peruvian Air Force (Ret.)
Read the Press Conference Release

Are we Enchanted all this hype has come about now, when one year ago on November 7th was the UFO sighting over Chicago’s O’Hare airport?

Should we believe this fairy tale come to life once again of UFOs or is this UFO Close Encounters event, “which will be documented” - merely publicity for an upcoming film Beyond The Blue with James Fox?
This is an invitation to meet a local Friend of mine and new Member of MyBlogLog, Susanna A. Susanna Agrest is a Writer, Poet, Russian Immigrant, Proud Jewish Woman... “Susanna Agrest graduated in South Carolina from the College of Charleston in 1999 with a double Major in Music and Arts Management. She began writing poetry in her native Russian at the age of 15. After immigrating with Family to United States in 1992, she was encouraged by her former English teacher to translate some of her work. Today she works as a contractor for the Government. When not at work or at choir rehearsal, Susanna tries to pair as many poems as possible and to write short stories in both English and Russian.”

Susanna Agrest blog site Black Sea Seagull is a developing introduction to her web site A Black Sea Seagull On The Atlantic Coast. Before Susanna came to Charleston SC, in September of '92, she lived on the shore of the Black Sea, in the town of Sukhumi that was one of the primer seaside resorts of the former Soviet Union.

Liken the story Jonathan Livingston Seagull that is about a seagull learning about life and flight, Susanna reflects a similar picturesque view of Society in her prose The Black Sea Seagull derived from a play by Anton Chekhov Чайка (The Seagull) whence the bird represents an old soul that survives all living things on earth and holds the essence of the universe. The Black Sea Seagull by Susanna Agrest is a must read, for as she states:

This is a call to those seagulls who wish to fly and strive for further horizons together with me. I hope we can lead each other to some comprehension of our purpose on this earth, and benefit from our joint efforts.

Other Writings by Susanna Agrest:

My Homeland:
A White Water Lilly

Jewish Voice:
Old Habits Die Heard
Rollercoaster Ride
Nine Lives Are not Enough For Libby
Do You Want Me To Get Angry?
Tea-Leaf Green Is Not A Happy Color

Ladies In Black ...My Mtsiri didn’t live in a monastery; I met him at a rehabilitation center for children with physical disabilities. Click to Read More

Poems written by Susanna Agrest can be read at her web site A Black Sea Seagull On The Atlantic Coast under My Poetry.

Immigrant Song
Let’s sit and toast together little sister,
Come; pour a shot, in memory of those
Who fell, who stand, or who’s still missing
It's all the same, let’s toast to Russian boys.
Let’s drink together to our gracious fortune -
The simple fact that we are here, and not there
That we were nether killed nor tortured
And can sit here, quite without a care.

Yes, memory is so unforgiving,
And it reminds us every day,
Somebody’s birthday in the evening
Somebody’s death, yet in the middle of the day.
I know it’s hard, but we’re still singing
The hits of our own Russian stars,
Until some Rapper flies by banging
And we roll up the windows in our cars.

I know, that Nostalgia
Still nags you every day.
And you don’t quite remember
We live in the US of A.
But memory is something
We can’t afford to fight.
Without it we have nothing
It’s our strength and light.

Yes - we live in a ghetto,
But, we live in peace
So don’t be so sad kiddo,
And try to smile, please.
Let’s sit and toast together
To our Russian Stars,
And tell ourselves forever:
They're not as far as Mars.

© Susanna Agrest

All Poems by Susanna Agrest are twinned, written in Russian and English

So come meet A Black Sea Seagull On The Atlantic Coast; my Friend, Writer, Poet… ‘Oh Susanna’ or rather as she says Why not? Sana, “a play on the old joke about Jews asking Why? all the time, and answering every question with a question. I believe those words describe me best.”

Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , , | November 08, 2007 4 comments

Fabulous Moolah, born Mary Lillian Ellison in 1923. 1Ellison grew up in Tookiedoo, South Carolina, the youngest of 13 children, and the only girl. She was 8 when her mom died of cancer. 2Ellison was dubbed the Fabulous Moolah after saying she wrestled "for the money ... for the moolah." 3"Ellison was trained in the ring in the 1940s by then-women's champion Mildred Burke -- the sport's biggest star at the time, according to the WWE. Moolah held the world championship for 28 years, from 1956 to 1984. The next year, she won it again for two more years. In 1999, at age 76, she reclaimed the title for a final time. Moolah’s signature move? The “Backbreaker,” according to WWE." Fabulous Moolah has the longest ever WWF Title Reign.

In 1995 Fabulous Moolah was the first woman to be inducted into the World Wrestling Entertainment Hall of Fame. 4Click here to listen to her acceptance speech.

"One of the greatest achievements of this period came in 1972, when she and Vincent J. McMahon successfully beat the ban against women’s wrestling at Madison Square Garden." WWE: Superstars Hall of Fame

Unfortunately Fabulous Moolah died last Friday on November 2 at age 84 presumably 5a heart attack or blood clot related to recent shoulder replacement surgery.

She wrote her autobiography, "The Fabulous Moolah: First Goddess of the Squared Circle" that was published in 2003.

In my research, I found an excellent article for you all to enjoy about Fabulous Moolah:

TV's First Woman Wrestling Star

By Sam Boykin (Posted on OCTOBER 16, 2002):

I drive through a big open gate and pull in next to a monstrous blue Cadillac. Beyond the main residence is a pond with small rental properties dotting the shoreline, along with milling clusters of geese and ducks. A tire swing drifts back and forth in the warm breeze. The expansive, 40-acre estate in a Columbia, SC, suburb off I-77 has a pleasant, even serene feel to it.

I'm greeted at the door by a vision in white slacks and a leopard skin silk top. Her hair is dyed reddish blond and styled just so; her make-up is of the old-fashioned, Southern Belle variety -- lots of base, eye shadow and lipstick.

"Hi, sweetie," she says, and clasps my outstretched hand warmly but firmly in both of hers. Her hands are adorned by several big, flashy rings, one of which is a diamond-studded dollar sign; it matches the emblem hanging from her gold necklace -- she'd look right at home working the slot machines in Vegas. She exudes a youthful energy and, considering that her career started during Harry S. Truman's presidency, she looks amazingly fit and healthy. She is none other than the one, the only, The Fabulous Moolah, the most famous professional female wrestler of all time.Read More

1. Charlotte Creative Loafing
2. Charleston Post and Courier
3. The State
5. Wikipedia

Moral: Women are never 2 old 2 Succeed

Polls at The 2007 Weblog Awards are now Closed (November 8 at 2 pm) Stating: RESULTS ARE NOT FINAL UNTIL WINNERS ARE ANNOUNCED!

When I last looked, it seems like Wonderland or Not may have taken 3rd place!

Original Post:

Wanted: Two Hundred votes today!

Where: The 2007 Weblog Awards Best of The Top 3501 – 50000 Blogs


Wonderland or Not is a “Personal blog with a little social, political and pop cultural commentary added.” Equally as important is the Person behind the blog - Cooper, or as some know her by the names Olivia or Alice. She is a real down to earth person. “A spawn of fiscally conservative liberals”, having majored in” Anthropology (cultural focus), and Photography, a liaison in protection and resettlement, for non governmental humanitarian agency” - in other words presumably she writes position papers for a living. Read More About Cooper

Her blog posts leave nothing unsaid. She does not color coat anything she has to say or what she wants to write about from political aspects to humor.

October Posts include:

Click Here for more Posts from Wonderland or Not

If you haven’t been to Wonderland or Not, come meet an exceptional fantastic Person and her Blog.

And Vote for Wonderland or Not at The 2007 Weblog Awards Best of The Top 3501 – 50000 Blogs (You can vote once a day!)

‘Oh and be careful as “Durham in Wonderland” is also listed and they are not Cooper, “although I’m sure they are excellent.”’

Thank You All!

Posted and Signed by a Fan of Wonderland or Not:
1In 1938, a United States Congressional Act made November 11th a Federal Holiday. The Act declared it "...a day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace". The Act was amended in 1954 to rename the holiday to 'Veterans Day', so that all veterans could be honored.

2The important purpose of Veterans Day: A celebration to honor America's veterans for their patriotism, love of country, and willingness to serve and sacrifice for the common good.

3The day has different names in different countries, but its purpose is the same everywhere it's observed. Whether called Armistice Day, Remembrance Day or Veterans Day, it remains a time to recognize those who fought and to renew our commitment to peace.

4In Flanders Fields By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

“This was the poem written by World War I Colonel John McCrae, a surgeon with Canada 's First Brigade Artillery. It expressed McCrae's grief over the "row on row" of graves of soldiers who had died on Flanders' battlefields, located in a region of western Belgium and northern France.

McCrae's poem had a huge impact on two women, Anna E. Guerin of France and Georgia native Moina Michael. Both worked hard to initiate the sale of artificial poppies to help orphans and others left destitute by the war. By the time Guerin established the first sale in the U.S., in 1920 with the help of The American Legion, the poppy was well known in the allied countries — America, Britain, France, Canada, Australia and New Zealand — as the "Flower of Remembrance." Proceeds from that first sale went to the American and French Children's League.

Donations received in return for these artificial poppies have helped countless veterans and their widows, widowers and orphans over the years. The poppy itself continues to serve as a perpetual tribute to those who have given their lives for the nation's freedom.” Read complete document

This week Classic Poetry Aloud will read War Poems by 7 Poets in these 7 days leading up to November 11th. The Poems include:

Fears In Solitude by Samuel Coleridge

The Man With the Wooden Leg by Katherine Mansfield

Ball's Bluff by Herman Melville

Speech from Henry the V (representing combat) by William Shakespeare

The Soldier by Rupert Brooke

Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen

For the Fallen (extracts) by Lawrence Binyon


5Arlington National Cemetery -- America's best known national cemetery still buries service members and some veterans.

5 National Cemeteries -- The Department of Veterans Affairs maintains national cemeteries throughout the country for the burial of veterans of America's armed forces, their spouses and young children.

1. Knowledge Hound
2. History of Veterans Day
3. Knowledge Hound
4. The Flower of Remembrance
5. Celebrating America's Freedoms

1If you're not familiar with Cabaret, it's an interesting play to revive now. Depicting the denizens of a decadent Berlin night club sleep walking their way through life as the Nazis rise to power, it's a cautionary tale of the need to be on guard against the naive belief that the worst can never happen and others will take care of society's problems for us.

Choosing to ignore the spread of brutal, reactionary and racist ideologies, we end up abetting the contagion. There are times when we have to take a stand, no matter how much we'd rather be dancing our lives away.”

I’ve quoted the above from Francis at Caught In The Stream as an introduction to the subject War. On Sunday November 4th, the blog site Classic Poetry Aloud will be running a week of “2War Poems to coincide with Remembrance Week, the week leading up to the 11th of November. In the Uk on the 11th of November, People traditionally will pause for two minutes at 11 O’clock in the morning which is the exact time on that day that the Declaration of Peace was signed at the end of the first World War in 1918.” The goal by Classic Poetry Aloud is to read War Poems by 7 Poets in these 7 days leading up to November 11th.

Classic Poetry Aloud will begin on Sunday November 4th with an Occasional Miscellany that introduces the week to include poetry from Samuel Coleridge, Katherine Mansfield, Herman Melville, William Shakespeare, Rupert Brooke, Wilfred Owen and Lawrence Binyon.

We “2hope you will be able to join us during this week to take the time to listen and perhaps take some time on November 11th to reflect on where the poems have led you to that week.”

Thank You

1. A Fall Night Out in Rogers Park: Catching Cabaret, Carving Pumpkins (consent to quote granted to Binding Ink)

2. Occasional Miscellany Number 2
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , , | October 29, 2007 3 comments
The wind brushes by your skin, unseen yet felt
The wind rustles in the trees, unseen yet heard
The wind though unseen can be playful
Dancing kites up high
Helping birds and insects in their flight
A tool to fly a plane or steer the sails of vessels upon wet waters
And just as assuredly the wind can be foe
Gusting devastation to much in its concealed path
Then without a moments notice change directions, change moods
The wind, perhaps no different than those in life?

© - Jeane Michelle Culp
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , | October 24, 2007 4 comments
For centuries People have been leaving no stone unturned in trying to figure out how humankind began. Was our initial origin from a God, evolution, Aliens, etc.? Now the mystery of Life may be just a stone's throw away. In fact, such revelation might give new meaning to the old sayings ‘To cast the first stone’ and ‘Can't get blood out of a stone’. When in actuality, according to this theory; we can perhaps get blood out of a stone. 1In Greek mythology, Deucalion and Pyrrha were the only mortals who survived Zeus’s great flood. 2'Once the deluge was over and the couple were on land again, Deucalion consulted an oracle of Themis about how to repopulate the earth. He was told to throw the bones of his mother behind his shoulder. Deucalion and Pyrrha understood the "mother" to be Gaia, the mother of all living things, and the "bones" to be rocks. They threw the rocks behind their shoulders, which soon began to lose their hardness and change form. Their mass grew greater, and the beginnings of human form emerged. The parts that were soft and moist became skin, the veins of the rock became people's veins, and the hardest parts of the rocks became bones. The stones thrown by Pyrrha became women; Those thrown by Deucalion became men.' Of course this is not etched in stone. Maybe that explains why theories like this are not offered in many preliminary schools as an alternative to the dual creation opposition. However; not being provided with the wide-range of speculations available on any subject, obstructs the stepping stones to not only freedom of choice - rather also impedes free thinking, oppressing the imagination. Hence, the almost innate need for mental stimulation is consequently sought else where. And so from the ancient Stone Age to once arcade, to television sets, to our computers commences the Golden Age of Video games happy to offer what schools fail – stimulus to the imagination. Video games, possibly a Medusa's industry turning emotions to stone because repetitiveness is seemingly learnt behavior that additionally stunts free thinking just as well as selective data. Conceivably, a variety of knowledge on any given subject is the only remedy to truly nourish the ravenous brain. Therefore; free a Person to think for themselves by giving them access to all available options. For Humans may not have actually come from stone, so why stonewall3 us.

1. Walden and Civil Disobedience By Henry David Thoreau
2. Wikipedia
3. Slang: not give essential information
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , | October 23, 2007 1 comment
I'm not one to talk about my job nor to brag. However; there are exceptions to every rule. Without revealing a great deal about my current Career, I will venture to say that such has a lot to do with production. And without bragging, I will reveal the fact that no one at work will ever venture to call me by my middle name, Michelle. The reason being, from the beginning I was nicked-named ‘Jean The Machine ’; a compliment to my production speed in certain areas. The name has stuck with me and hence, self-expectation to constantly live up to such name has been my friend and enemy. A few months ago, I gladly shared with a Co-Worker some tips. She not only mastered my technique, she surpassed me. The goal was an output of 1,000 and she was the first Person to achieve this. And so some may assume the dance with the ego begins. However; I was proud to congratulate her and brag on her behalf. Admittedly though, I was determined to match her. We were like that, Friendly competition to keep us both on our toes. Perhaps something I thrived on from my early basketball days.

I remember at my old job, a Customer said; ‘you must have played basketball’. I never really thought about the skills such a sport gave me until that was said. There I was able to serve three Customers at a time. While one Customer would be counting chump change to pay for items, I’d be ringing up another Customer who would opt to write a check and while this Person wrote I would reach over and accept cash from another Customer while answering the Customer Service phone. And without missing a beat, I’d continue back to the loose change now counted/verified and receive the paper trail with proper id from the other Person. No one seemed to mind cause the line kept moving at a fast speed. Yes, the good old days of basketball and Team Spirit. I remember making my first hooped score that gave me a nice taste of confidence, nothing could stop me after that. In fact, we went on to win State Championship later that year!

St. Rose New Lexington,Ohio

#15 Jean The Machine

Still the competitive nature stays with me and so at last, a week later I matched my Co-Worker - as of today, with an unintentional output of 1, 001. Second Person to attain the goal! To be honest, I don’t know how I achieved this. Yet a sense of being Proud filled inside myself because the odds were against me. I had come close several other times. Once before my Co-Worker succeeded I had 964, however; Murphy’s Law took place that day and soon after the work ran out. So close, yet no go. Today was just another one of those unfortunate days where anything that could go wrong did, additionally; again the work was intermittent, slow in arriving, and at times nil. The hour of shift change was nearing. However; somehow I managed.

Coincidentally, I came home to find the answer to how I accomplished this feat, it was on my Blog in the Inspirational Quotes and Pictures box:

"The difference between the impossible
and the possible lies in a
person's determination."
- Tommy Lasorda
October may be Breast Cancer Awareness Month, however; we must not stop on October 31 the Awareness about Breast Cancer and taking steps to help prevent and finding a cure for Breast Cancer.

As the Susan G. Komen RACE FOR THE CURE commences in my area of the LowCountry today at Daniel Island, SC; may we all become acquainted with the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Organization. "Susan G. Komen for the Cure is one of hundreds of local chapters around the country working diligently to further the Foundation's mission to eradicate breast cancer as a life-threatening disease by advancing research, education, screening and treatment."

"Susan G. Komen for the Cure was founded on a promise between two sisters." This is an emotionally touching true story about the two Sisters, Suzy and Nan. Nancy details the onset of the unfortunate diagnosis, “As if it were yesterday, I can remember the phone call I received from Suzy one Tuesday afternoon. Her doctor had found a lump in her breast that was not a cyst. He recommended a biopsy.” Nancy pours her heart out in words about the hopeful surgical procedure and chemically induced treatments her Sister had to endure. She talks about the year 1978 when we learnt about First Lady, Mrs. Ford being diagnosed with breast cancer and undergoing a mastectomy. Her Sister responding, "Nan," she said, "as soon as I get better, let's do something about this. You can find a way to speed up the research. I know you can. And I want to fix up this waiting room and make it pretty for the women who have to be here. This isn't right."

To date, Nancy G. Brinker writes; "As I look back over the last 25 years since I founded Susan G. Komen for the Cure, I am amazed at our accomplishments. What began as a promise to my dying sister, Susan G. Komen, has evolved into the world's largest grassroots network of breast cancer survivors and activists fighting to save lives, empower people, ensure quality care for all and energize science to find the cures…" Message From Our Founder

I encourage all to please visit Susan G. Komen for the Cure to learn more about this Organization and Breast Cancer.

Don’t STOP October 31, continue the Awareness

Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , | October 19, 2007 No comments

WOW, Snowball is a Rockin' Cockatoo!!

Orphan Aid Society, Inc.

1st Annual

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Please drop off tax deductible items to:
3923 Azalea Drive
Charleston Heights
(Off Leads or N. Cosgrove)
(843) 744-2429

8 am. To 5 pm.

Binding Ink not associated with Orphan Aid Society, Inc. or Jenkins Home for Children

Information provided via flyer

Susan G. Komen for the Cure


October 20, 2007, 8 a.m.
Daniel Island, SC

Packet Pick-up
October 18 and 19, 2007
Daniel Island Medical Center
9 a.m. to 7 p.m.

Registration is also available on Race Day, October 20 starting at 7 a.m.

"The Lowcountry Affiliate of the Susan G. Komen for the Cure is one of hundreds of local chapters around the country working diligently to further the Foundation's mission to eradicate breast cancer as a life-threatening disease by advancing research, education, screening and treatment."
Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , | October 18, 2007 1 comment

Compose for me a musical classic of a masterpiece love
Whence once upon a winter, golden harp strings strummed at their hearts
Until one day, Ebony and Ivory played 'Here Comes the Bride'
And upon the 3rd interlude have the triangle cling
As in the Fall came their new born Daughter Autumn.
Than one Spring trumpets blew with a military flag and 3-volley salute
For her true Love, her Maestro died while conducting war.
Now there is a rumor that when all instruments are tucked asleep
Somewhere betweenst their velvet cases, apertures, valves, and seemingly silent strings
An ensemble tutti echoes the story of how the Wife threw her heart upon the Maestros’ baton
And bled to death upon the orchestra floor.
True she is buried by him literally, as philharmonic in death as they were in life
Then once upon a Summer, Autumn took her stand at the podium
And as she drew her conducting stick to lead the Orchestra in the score, 'The Four Seasons'
You’ll hear it said that she drowned right there in her own tears.
Where upon the 6th interlude have the triangle cling
For in a graven graveyard there is a sympathetic symphony, where violins do weep
And every season, Operatic Angels sing about a Stradivarius love once played upon this stage called life,
Now exited forever more.

By © - Jeane Michelle Culp

Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , | October 16, 2007 8 comments
As some may know and others may not, my hiatus was due to personal and Professional reasons. Personally, I had a few emotional issues to deal with and recently it’s been revealed to a few People that I had some unrelated health matters. Professionally, my Blog site had some minor issues that had to be addressed. Several have been resolved or are resolving themselves. There are still a few concerns in re to MyBlogLog. One matter I’ve been assured by a MyBlogLog Team Member, will be taken into consideration. However; I’ve yet to follow up on this. Health wise I am still trying to regain my strength to the fullest, so please take it easy on tagging me for memes until after October 25 :). I want to thank Author Seaman for holding me up and blog sitting. To my Special Spiritually connected Friends (you all know who you are), Thank You for your kind words and support. I plan to have a few new posts up in the next two days. I'm looking forward to catching up with everyones' posts and commenting once again! Hugs from the Universe!

Blog Site: Caught In The Stream

Dated: Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Not wasting a chance to reference T.S. Eliot

Today marks the 119th anniversary of the birth of Thomas Stearns Eliot, the great modernist poet and dramatist probably best remembered for his controversial work The Waste Land. Published in 1922 and arising out of the devastation of World War I, many associate the poem with a post-bellum European mood of despair and a sense of societal spiritual decay. Hidden in the complex verse is a seed of hope, however; one that I too try to grasp in our own time of overwhelming cynicism.

There is much about life in 21st century America that makes me imagine a wasted future: Our economy mired in fossil-fueled denial; Our resources consumed by endless war; Our fears stoked in hate filled fantasies; Our rights eroded by violence addicted leaders; Our minds undone by our own indifference; Our souls corrupted by false righteousness.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
(Lines 19-30)
Within that seemingly barren context, though, there is a real possibility for change and growth. Our fatalistic attitudes lag behind the pace of positive social developments; feeling alienated, isolated, and alone behind our self-built prison walls we are blind to the new empowering opportunities for connection, belonging and shared experience. For within the dying carcass of old habits grows the germ of a new idea. By casting aside our former modes of seeing, we can envision a new world sprouting through the cracked and arid earth.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
(Lines 385-394)

Click here to see the full text of the poem

Originally Written and Posted by franscud

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Using Blog Interviewer's new widget Blog Rush, a widget to rush traffic to your site; I found this post called The War on Cakes that almost explains the incompetence of our Nations' politics, real sweet. Than toward the end the post goes flat and gets real sap soggy, like what happened Bro?

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Long ago whence I first began posting on my blog site and what seemed like a lengthy time afterwards, I received my first comment. Excited, I followed the link from my Commenter and found a wonderfully delightful blog site, now called In Search of Isis. There were posted poems, posts with humor, and much more enjoyment in-between. Since; I have had the pleasure of reading many posts at “In Search of Isis” and amidst the written words, I caught small glimpses of a man known only as eastcoastdweller. A guy with vast interests such as being intrigued with insects, petrifiedly saving a loathsome bat, he has a fondness for the classics, poetry, music, and he is a man addicted to cigarette smoke. In his own words, he is a “capnolagiac -- a man who finds a woman's smoking to be incredibly, intensely erotic.” A man who perhaps one day may “summon the courage to pay some hotel room escort to blow her cigarette smoke at me until I die in ecstasy from a secondhand nicotine overdose.” Yes, my Friends this is the spectacular one of a kind, eastcoastdweller! A Guy who realizes that “men who love Women love Their ears right along with the rest of the miracle that is Her.”

Throughout his various posts I have had the pleasure to experience this Gentleman’s mannerism of articulating his great respect, admiration for us Women and our sites. Since his sidebar links have lengthened to include a number of Women’s sites. And so recently eastcoastdweller has decided to expand his Blog Site to include all us Woman! In his own words:

New concept for this blog

I had an idea this morning, an exciting idea – perhaps fueled in part by my happy mood since Sweetie’s sinus infection appears to be very minor this time. Thank heaven for Advil and the 24-hour Walgreen’s that sold it to me late last night. I’d crawl into hell on my hands and knees or at least make a middle of the night drive for my Goddess’ sake.

This blog exists to celebrate, adore, empower, uplift and rejoice in the magnificence of, Women. Not just magazine models – all Women, for every Woman in the world is beautiful in Her own way, a being of incredible power and potential and worth.

That is why I exist, too, to share this important message, and it is my joy and my passion.

Lovely red-headed Dawn (whose blog I have not visited in a day or two – sorry Dawn, I promise to visit tonight!) has offered me technical guidance in setting up a website that will be dedicated to the above goal, in a way that a blog cannot.

But this blog will continue along with that site. And I had an idea this morning to share the steering wheel.

What if Isis could become a true community where trusted Ladies who visit here often, could have posting privileges alongside me, posting whatever came into Their brilliant minds, plugging Their own delightful blogs shamelessly, adding appropriate links, adding resources that They, as Women, believe are important for other Women?

Can you imagine the cybervoices of possibly hundreds of Women, sharing each other's concerns, offering advice on everything that matters to Women, right here on this little blog?

I am so excited about this idea that I could burst. What do you all think?

Related post: Progress of "For the Love of Woman"

I am happy here at Binding Ink to share the news with you all that "For the Love of Woman" has been launched! And I invite each and everyone to please come and enjoy!

"For the Love of Woman"

“A circle of Sisters on the web and a few blessed men who rejoice to know Them. A safe place. A helpful place. For the glory of Women, the progress of Women, the uplift of Women and the health of Women in body, mind and spirit.”

  • ...Kat
  • -Jeane Michelle Culp
  • yek
  • Christy
  • Laura Stamps
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  • Posted by ndpthepoetress Jean Michelle Culp in , , , , , , , , | September 02, 2007 2 comments
    Labor Day, a Federal Holiday Day for the Working to be off from their daily chores. A three day week-end for some! Yet for many this is just another day, as they must work. For that we Thank them, especially those in the Military whom are unable to enjoy this time, as they continue to uphold their duties to America and all us Citizens. Even on this Holiday, the “Mission of Love” continues to spread throughout the Blog World - Blogosphere on the Wings of The Blog Fairy and from our hearts. For Love is not a task, rather a gift to everyone - every day; around the internet and beyond; as such a precious gift flows into our daily lives. And so as some celebrate this Holiday, let us not forget all the Armed Forces nor Love; let us continue to work and work together, unite-united hand in hand!


    Let's Work Together by Canned Heat

    Together we'll stand
    Divided we'll fall
    Come on now people
    Let's get on the ball
    And work together
    Come on, come on
    Let's work together
    (Now now people)
    Because together we will stand
    Every boy, every girl and man
    People, when things go wrong
    As they sometimes will
    And the road you travel
    It stays all uphill
    Let's work together
    Come on, come on
    Let's work together
    You know together we will stand
    Every boy, girl, woman and man
    Oh well now, two or three minutes
    Two or three hours
    What does it matter now
    In this life of ours
    Let's work together
    Come on, come on
    Let's work together
    (Now now people)
    Because together we will stand
    Every boy, every woman and man
    Ahhh, come on now...
    Ahhh, come on, let's work together...
    Well now, make someone happy
    Make someone smile
    Let's all work together
    And make life worthwhile
    Let's work together
    Come on, come on
    Let's work together
    (Now now people)
    Because together we will stand
    Every boy, girl, woman and man
    Oh well now, come on you people
    Walk hand in hand
    Let's make this world of ours
    A good place to stand
    And work together
    Come on, come on
    Let's work together
    (Now now people)
    Because together we will stand
    Every boy, girl, woman and man
    Well now together we will stand
    Every boy, girl, woman and man

    (In Loving Memory Of Francesca Faerie a tribute from Gracie Belle - Her Beloved Daughter...)

    Blue Ribbon Bloggers “In loving memory of our beloved Blog Fairy the 1st, Francesca” A place for all who love The Blog Fairy.

    “There will be memorials here and remembrances. We welcome and encourage all of you who would like to contribute your remembrance, memorials, or thoughts about this wonderfully loving Lady, "The Blog Fairy" to post at the Blue Ribbon Bloggers.

    This is a sad time throughout the blogosphere and World, as all fairy wand plants and flowers bow their heads to weep with us. For the news has been made official, The Blog Fairy of the legendary “Blue Ribbon Blogger Award”, has gone on. We may call this death and wrestle with the repercussions that tug mournfully at our hearts. The Blog Fairy however; would probably refer to this as merely trading in her glistening Fairy Wings for a larger pair that represents the true Angel she is and was to everyone. Perhaps The Blog Fairy knew these Angel Wings awaited her, as on her MyBlogLog profile she posted a quote "The Land of Heart's Desire" by William Butler Yeats; "Faeries, come take me out of this dull world..." Ultimately, The Blog Fairy has “rode upon the wind, ran a top the disheveled tide, and danced upon the mountains like a flame”. And as we honor The Blog Fairy, let us surround her Family and Friends at this time with Universal Hugs. Especially “Gracie Belle, beloved daughter of Francesca and grandaughter of The Earth Fairy”, whom now carries on The Blog Fairy tradition of “sharing love and enlightenment to those who believe”. Please join in the embracement of Gracie Belle, the Blog Fairy II at MyBlogLog. We would also like to thank Zubli Zainordin, whom shares in this journey with Gracie Belle to continue, “Francesca, The Blog Fairy's mission of love”.

    In honor, love, and great respect for The Blog Fairy, Zubli Zainordin wrote this poem, that with his permission I am proud to share with all:

    “In Memory of My Love of Francesca Faerie”

    Who is the man;
    among all men.
    Who on earth walks;
    nearing 50 still love he could not freely talk;
    And what love feeling as a whole or even in the beauty of a rose - contained in its bud, blooms, or its stalk.
    The searching and researching
    has been a tinkle almost endless;
    The more eager the pursuit the less is the gain nevertheless.
    A total change a turning point;
    after her touch…wholesome love I know, I feel, and I experience enabling all breaks I can now easily joint.
    That is after she came into my MyBlogLog a garden;
    She gracefully subtle moving into my life without any sign to be of a sudden;
    Three times does she privately say;
    She embraces me warmly in her loving me so that I no longer go astray;
    As I open more my mind and my heart in her I do progressively trust;
    She then gives me the giving of all the gifts like to her this is a must.
    How short was the moment we spend enjoying love as love really and actually is;
    the flow is surely one of an ease.
    As my eyes on her and then moving to view the huwmen in total;
    Her last will I did not understand the one that is placed at this social networking portal;
    I only taste the meaning after she already pass no longer at my side;
    Her pain inside I did not see while I was enjoying her shinning light outside.
    The Code, The Love Message, The will she placed in my responsibility;
    I am now love, sharing this with you to the ultimate joy of my ability.
    She may no longer seen beside me visibility is somewhat shut;
    Yet in the realm of invisibility she shall continuously be seen, as a purity of light in my memory a castle not a hut.
    And a vibration within my heart continues to sound beautiful;
    As I carry on her mission sharing all her loving with you to the full.

    August 24, 2007 1:08 AM

    sharing her ~~~ Kasih Dan Sayang! ~~~ just for you…

    Zubli Zainordin (She Walks In Beauty A Welcoming Of Gracie Belle The Blog Fairy II)

    In honor of all the lives The Blog Fairy has touched and as a gift to Gracie Belle The Blog Fairy II, I would like to form a “Blue Ribbon” link to all posts People wrote about the wonderful caring Blog Fairy and her legendary “Blue Ribbon Blogger Award”. Please if you are not on this list and have a post, please contact me, ndpthepoetress so I can add your link. Thank you. To begin, below is a small yet far from complete list, as I will continue to add links throughout the day, etc.:

    Blue Ribbon Bloggers

    Blue Ribbon BloggerA Nice Place In The Sun
    Blue Ribbon BloggerA Writer's Edge
    Blue Ribbon BloggerA Writer’s Words, An Editor’s Eye
    Blue Ribbon BloggerBinding Ink
    Blue Ribbon Bloggerbobbarama
    Blue Ribbon BloggerChristy's Coffee Break
    Blue Ribbon BloggerClimate of our Future
    Blue Ribbon BloggerCoffee2go
    Blue Ribbon BloggerLife With Heathens
    Blue Ribbon BloggerLynda's Loft
    Blue Ribbon BloggerMarzie
    Blue Ribbon BloggerMimi Writes.....
    Blue Ribbon BloggerMy View of "It"
    Blue Ribbon BloggerSanta Claus
    Blue Ribbon BloggerThe Impatient Blogger
    Blue Ribbon BloggerThe Kat House
    Blue Ribbon BloggerThe Painted Veil
    Blue Ribbon BloggerTwist & Skewer
    Blue Ribbon BloggerZubli Zainordin

    *From Sprite ..."may her angel wings still carry the faint jingle and sunlit glint of the forest dwellers -- albeit larger and much more beautiful!"

    This Tribute to Francesca Faerie, The Blog Fairy and her legendary Blue Ribbon Blogger Award is Now Proudly Displayed:

    Praises To Blog Fairy The 1st

    Additional links to this Tribute are always Welcomed

    Have a link? Add your link!

    Related Posts: Who Is The Blog Fairy?!

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