A young man's dream to be an artist was crushed when
his application to enter the fine arts academy was rejected
.... his crushed dream turned into a tragic nightmare for
He painted these pictures.
The person who painted these pictures wanted to attend the Viennese academy of Fine arts and become famous as an artist.If he had been accepted by the academy, the world history would have been much different. His name was Adolph Hitler.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Posted by andjoh at 4:52 PM
Friday, September 21, 2012
Finally, A Useful E-mail..well for some of us anyway. Some thought provoking #Tips #iDeas #short cuts
THINGS SOME OF US NEVER THINK OF!!!!Use a (clean) dustpan to fill a container that doesn’t fit in the sink
Place a rubber band around an open paint can to wipe your brush on, and keep paint off the side of the can
Use a staple remover to save your fingernails when trying to add things to your key ring!Put wooden spoon across boiling pot of water to keep from boiling over.
Use bread clips to save flip-flops with split holes.
How to put shoes in the dryer Use sunglasses or a small convex mirror to avoid people sneaking up on you while wearing headphones at workHow to keep the straw from rising out of your soda canUse a microfiber cloth to prevent frost from forming on the windshield.
Use a Comb to Keep a Nail Steady for Hammering
Use a post it note to catch drilling debris.
Posted by andjoh at 3:16 AM
Friday, September 14, 2012
Posted by andjoh at 1:42 AM
Thursday, September 13, 2012
This is a true story and it will give you the chills.
This is a beautiful and touching story of love and
perseverance. Well worth the read. At the prodding of my friends I am writing this
story. My name is Mildred Honor and I am a former elementary school
music teacherfrom Des Moines , Iowa .
I have always supplemented my income by teaching
piano lessons - something I have done for over 30 years. During those years I found that children have many
levels of musical ability, and even though I have never had the
pleasure of having a prodigy, I have taught some very talented
students. However, I have also had my share of what I call '
Musicallychallenged' pupils - one such pupil being Robby..
Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom)
dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students
(especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to
Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to
hear him play the piano, so I took him as a student. Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I
thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried,
he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel.
But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary piano pieces
that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried
and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he would always say 'My mom's
going to hear me play someday'. But to me, it seemed hopeless,
he just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off
or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved
and smiled, but never dropped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming for his lessons. I thought about
calling him, but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had
decided to pursue something else. I was also glad thathe had stopped
coming - he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed a flyer recital to thestudents' homes.
To my surprise, Robby (who had received a flyer) asked me if he
could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current
pupils and that because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify. He told me that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to his
piano lessons, but that he had been practicing. 'Please Miss Honor,
I've just got to play' he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow
him to play in the recital - perhaps it was hisinsistence or maybe
something inside of me saying that it would beall right. The night of the recital came and the high school gymnasium was packed
with parents, relatives and friends. I put Robby last in the program,
just before I was to come up and thank all thestudents and play a
finishing piece. I thought that any damage he might do would come
at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor
performance through my 'curtain closer'.
Well, the recital went off without a hitch, thestudents had been
practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on the stage. His
clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked as though he had
run an egg beater through it. 'Why wasn't he dressed up like the
otherstudents?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him
comb his hair for this special night?'
Robby pulled out the piano bench, and I was surprised when he
announced that he had chosen to play Mozart's Concerto No..21
in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers
were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He
went from pianissimo to fortissimo, from allegro to virtuoso; his
suspendedchords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by anyone his
age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grandcrescendo, and
everyone was on their feet in wild applause! Overcome
and in tears, I ran up onstage and put my armsaround Robby in joy.
'I have never heard you playlike that Robby, how did you do it?’
Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well,Miss Honor ....
remember I told you that my mom was sick? Well, she actually had
cancer and passed away this morning. And well ...... shewas born
deaf, so tonight was the first time she had ever heard me
play,and I wanted to make it special.' There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from
Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placedin to
foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy.
I thought to myself then how much richer my life had been for
takingRobby as my pupil. No, I have never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy
........ of Robby. He was the teacher and I was the pupil, for he
had taught me the meaning of perseverance and love andbelieving in
yourself, and may be even taking a chance on someone and you didn't
know why. Robby was killed years later in the senseless bombingof the Alfred P.
Murray Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April,1995.
Posted by andjoh at 11:59 PM
Amazing Scanning Electron Microscope Photos... Awesome!All these pictures are from the book ' Microcosmos,' created by Brandon Brill from London .This book includes many scanning electron microscope (SEM) images of insects,human body parts and household items.These are the most amazing images of what is too small to see with the naked eye.An ant, Formica fusca, holding a microchipSurface of an Erasable Programmable Read-Only Memory silicon microchipEyelash hairs growing from the surface of human skinThe surface of a strawberryBacteria on the surface of a human tongueHuman sperm (spermatozoa)Household dust: includes long hairs of cat fur, twisted synthetic and woolen fibers,
serrated insect scales, a pollen grain, and plant and insect remainsThe weave of nylon stocking fibersThe head of a mosquitoHead louse clinging to a human hairEight eyes (two groups of four) on the head of a tarantulaCigarette paper the tobacco is rolled inCorroded surface of a rusty nailMushrooms sporesClutch of butterfly eggs on a raspberry plantCalcium phosphate crystalNo wonder modern forensics
solves so many crimes.
Posted by andjoh at 7:08 PM
Saturday, September 1, 2012
"A unique manifestation of good old American Ingenuity"!
Note the creativity in equipping the innovation: Manure Spreader.This is the exact and perfect example of why we save everything.
This car has been built with all of the “junk” laying out back in the pile,and under the work bench, and stuffed in the rafters. All this guy neededwas a little time on his hands. How cool is this? Look closely at all the various components. Spotted in Cannon Falls, MN on May/23/2012 – It’s a car? or a truck?
Check out the “gearing wheel”....What do you see?dash is a saw blade with handles attached - tractor hand brake - tachometer -2 mirrors mounted on horse shoes - big truck signal switch mounted on left - single wiper motor -How many men who grew up on a farm are now thinking –Why didn’t we do that?cow milking aparatus on air cleaner - galvanized wash tub fan shroud -Tractor wrench bracket for headlamp housing -Rear seats from toilet with stereo speakers below them - Newhome seat backs -The rear lamp frame built with sawblades - manure spreader drive is still intact - horse shoe door hingestractor seats with pitchfork backs - seat belts - tractor compartment box behind driver seat -gear shift beside hand brake - stereo & cd player on dash blade - the drive chains are still onthe floor - floor board“Newome”
Posted by andjoh at 4:41 PM