I love parables!

Richard Day — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 15:59:03 +0000

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I love parables!

I recall Mailer covering one

Richard Day — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 15:57:35 +0000

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I recall Mailer covering one of the fights in a mag with great photos.

Everytime they fought, it was like a war of giants.

I just found this rather fine homage to Mighty Joe:

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/08/sports/joe-frazier-a-champion-who-won-inside-the-ring-and-out.html?_r=1&hp

I was gonna link to Sister

Qnonymous — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 05:30:49 +0000

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I was gonna link to Sister Rosetta Sharpe doing "99 and a 1/2 (just won't do)"... but then, I ran into this video again, and, well... it's just so much better than any joke I could make, that I think I'll just stick it here and shut up.

Sister Rosetta woulda fit right in with the Pogues.

They knew.

Have a good night, Dick. And RIP from all of us to Joe Frazier. A great great fighter.

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Resistance — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 04:21:21 +0000

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The Stone Cutter There was

cmaukonen — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 03:19:00 +0000

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The Stone Cutter

There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.

One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"

Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.

He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.

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I love parables!

I recall Mailer covering one

I was gonna link to Sister

.02000000000000000000000.....

The Stone Cutter There was