A Simple Meme For Simple Minds…
Sometimes I think I have an open mind. Other times I realize it is just vacant property. The tiring stress of work at work and work at home and my Tennessee Vols losing and the stupid weather and did I mention work and the natural erosion of aging, have all conspired to dull me senses and drain me brain. Synaptic explosions are more like dull thuds. Thoughts have no discernable pattern, and when I finally think one does, it splats and runs like a sunny side up egg thrown against the wall. Sure, I have copious notes and outlines for posts that will thrill and mesmerize my readers for hours on end. In the future. But not today. Today I am a veritable tabula rasa, so I went stumbling around in the dark for an idea that would not exacerbate the simple minded state I find myself fast approaching. Where do the simple of mind go for entertainment? I have no clue, but I went to Elisson’s and found this; he got it from Verbatim, his alleged Blogmamma, whatever that is.
Grab the nearest book and answer the following questions:
Title and Author:
The Art of Amazement: Judaism’s Forgotten Spirituality by Rabbi Alexander Seinfeld
Is the book dedicated to anyone? If so, whom?
Dedicated in honor of a beloved Bubbe (Grandmother)
V’rachok mip’nimim michra….Her value is far greater than pearls.
Proverbs 31:10
and in memory of three grandparents
Charles Chester Goodman
Lester Seinfeld
Sylvia Seinfeld
What is the first sentence?
Try to remember the most spectacular sunset you ever saw.
Turn to page 47. Please share the first sentence of the first full paragraph.
Could another delicate planet like ours exist in the universe, or are we alone?
OK. Easy enough. For even the likes of me. It is not yet clear what we have accomplished here, but I invite all of you to join in the simple minded fun.
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[...] From Winston this morning: [...]
‘The Year of Reading Proust A Memoir in Real Time’ by Phyllis Rose– Dedicated to Wendy Gimbel — opening sentence “Some time ago, about to give a lecture which my conservative audience would find daring and controversial but which I myself thought obsequious and inconclusive, I looked in the mirror to check my appearance.” and Page 47– “A Hunter classmate, one of my father’s sisters, introduced them.”
Keep that tabula rasa fresh with a brand-new Tabula Rasa Blade every week.
‘The Spanish Cape Mystery’ by Ellery Queen. Not dedicated to anyone. First sentence: “It was to all intents and purposes a sickening blunder.” Page 47: “My uncle.”
Is this supposed to mean something?
Sometimes I feel like every day my mind is a tabula rasa…
I imagine the idea is that the book reveals something about the reader and perhaps stir some interest in the various books mentioned. Having posted this, I guess I’ll have to go borrow a book from someone so I can contribute, too.
This is fun.
Title: Cal/OSHA Pocket Guide for the Construction Industry.
Author: State of California Dept. of Industrial Relations, Research and Education Unit.
Not really a dedication but close: …for use by workers, employers, supervisors, job stewards and safety personnel.
First Sentence:This guide is not meant to be either a substitute for or a legal interpretation of the occupational safety and health regulations.
Page 47: When debris is dropped through holes in a floor without the use of chutes, the area onto which the material is dropped shall be completely enclosed with barricades not less than 42 in. high and not less than 6 ft. back from the projected edge of the opening above.
I guess that beats the next closest books: The American Heritage Dictionary and the Caterpillar Performance Handbook.
I’m still trying to locate a book…
The Clowns of God by Morris West
For my loved obes with my heart’s thanks.
In the seventh year of his reign, two days befor his sixty-fifth birthday, in the full presence of a full consistory of Cardinals, Jean Marie Barette, Pope Gregory XVII, signed an instrument of abdication, took off the Fisherman’s ring, handed his seal to the Cardinal Camerlengo and made a curt speech of farewell.
Page 47: He was like a man locked in darkness so long that he had forgotten the sound of human speech.