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Good Luck?... Bad Luck?... Who Knows!

2/8/2014

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 A farmer in China had one horse and one able bodied son. The son used the horse to plough the field, which was their only source of income. One day, the horse ran away. All the villagers came to sympathize with the farmer’s ill fortune. “Bad Luck”, said all villagers. The farmer replied, “Good luck, bad luck, who knows”
The villagers walked away perplexed. After a couple of days, the horse came back on its own, with a mate. Now, the farmer had two horses he could use. The villagers came to the farmer to congratulate him. “Good Luck”, they said. Again, his answer was “Good luck, bad luck, who knows”
This new horse was wild. While training it, the farmer’s son fell and hurt himself, fracturing his arm and leg. He was unable to till the land. “Bad luck” said all the villagers immediately. The farmer again said “Good luck, bad luck, who knows”
 A few months later, the Chinese king sent his soldiers to take all able bodied men compulsorily into his army. The only one spared was the farmer’s son. Again the farmer said, “Good luck, bad luck, who knows”

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The Tiger and the Strawberry

2/8/2014

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 A Zen Master who, while out walking one day, is confronted by a ferocious, man-eating tiger. He slowly backs away from the animal, only to find that he is trapped at the edge of a high cliff; the tiger snarls with hunger, and pursues the Master.

His only hope of escape is to suspend himself over the abyss by holding onto a vine that grows at its edge.

As the Master dangles from the cliff, two mice – one white and one black – begin to gnaw on the vine he is clutching on. If he climbs back up, the tiger will surely devour him, if he stays then there is the certain death of a long fall onto the jagged rocks.

The slender vine begins to give way, and death is imminent. Just then the precariously suspended Zen Master notices a lovely ripe wild strawberry growing along the cliff’s edge. He plucks the succulent berry and pops it into his mouth. He is heard to say: “This lovely strawberry, how sweet it tastes.”


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Four Tree Frogs

2/8/2014

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"Knowledge and Half-knowledge” (by Kahlil Gibran   http://4umi.com/gibran/ )

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Four frogs sat upon a log that lay floating on the edge of a river.

Suddenly the log was caught by the current and swept slowly down the stream. The frogs were delighted and absorbed, for never before had they sailed. 

At length the first frog spoke, and said, "This is indeed a most marvelous log. It moves as if alive. No such log was ever known before".

Then the second frog spoke, and said, "nay, my friend, the log is like other logs, and does not move it is the river that is walking to the sea, and carries us and the log with it."

Then the third frog spoke, and said, "it is neither the log nor the river that moves. The moving is in our thinking. For without thought nothing moves".

The tree frogs began to wrangle about what was really moving. The quarrel grew hotter and louder, but they could not agree.

Then they turned to the fourth frog, who up to this time had been listening attentively but holding his peace, and they asked his opinion.

The fourth frog said "each of you is right, and none of you is wrong .The moving is in the log and the water and our thinking also".

The three frogs became very angry, for none of them was willing to admit that his was not the whole truth, and that the other two were not wholly wrong.

Then a strange thing happened. The three frogs got together and pushed the forth frog off the log and into the river.

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A Father's Advice On Exams

2/7/2014

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1. Cram and do a memory dump  (write down) the MOST useful bits of info/factoids (facts, figures, formula, etc)... BEFORE you read the exam paper.
2.  Quickly scan through the Exam Paper to get some sense of the 'challenge'... i.e. easy questions and difficult questions.
3. Do the 'Easy' questions first... and mark the difficult questions as 'Maybe' and '&*%%$' as you go.
4. When you finish the 'Easy'... go back and do the 'Maybe'
5. So far so good (you've probably passed the exam already)... If you have time, go back to the Q's marked '&*%%$'... and either attempt or, write a short and polite note to the Examiner on the reason why you could not attempt those questions (e.g. "not taught, out of time, no clue, ambiguous question, etc). 
6. You've done your best!... So relax, the result of THIS particular exam is what it is... If you want to/need to do better in the next exam, then you'll need to work harder on preparation (Classroom and Homework) BEFORE taking the next exam!
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A Father's Advice on Homework

2/7/2014

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1. READ the Question (s..l..o..w..l..y)
2. 'Sketch it out'... on a piece of paper (long-hand) so you can 'SEE' the problem.
3. Check if your Answer makes sense... run a few 'What if's'!
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Lawyers Advice - (IRAC)

2/7/2014

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I  :  What's the Issue
R :  Find the Rule
A :  Do a thorough Analysis
C :  Draw your Conclusion
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Lord Of War

2/7/2014

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"The ones who know don't care anymore... and the ones who care don't know"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ApMnUPoP0E

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A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever (John Keats, 1795 - 1821)

2/7/2014

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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.

Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very music of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own valleys: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city's din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end!
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.
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Red Vineyard at Arles

2/5/2014

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Of Van Gogh's more than 900 paintings only one painting was sold during his lifetime, Red Vineyard at Arles. 
This painting now resides at the Pushkin Museum in Moscow.

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