Jonathan Harris: The Web's secret stories

This is absolutely fascinating and just a bit spooky.

I'm melting, melting.......

It has been flippin' hot here!!!
And we are having AC problems!!!
At this point clothing is optional...TMI????

I know just how she feels.....

The Brain in Love

I have a new Ipod!!!

Uh huh....what, you say, has this to do with your topic??

Well, first, I do really love my new Ipod...really!
And because I love it and it holds 120 gigs of stuff...
I had to find more stuff to put on it.

Okay, okay...I'm getting to my point.

Soooo, I didn't have anymore music and I turned to podcasts.
Why? Cause they're usually free...duh...(I'm getting there)

So, I found out that ITunes had added some of my fave vids for free download.....TEDTalks!!!

aaaaand...one of the TEDTalks I downloaded was a vid called The Brain in Love (see I told you I was getting to it )

A little synchronicity here...I was just emailing a friend about love and obsession the other day...so I figure I would share it with you...cause I luv ya!!

Hope y'all enjoy the vid....Love, Laughter, Peace and Blessings!
La

About this talk (vid)
Why do we crave love so much, even to the point that we would die for it? To learn more about our very real, very physical need for romantic love, Helen Fisher and her research team took MRIs of people in love -- and people who had just been dumped.
About Helen Fisher
Anthropologist Helen Fisher studies gender differences and the evolution of human emotions. She's best known as an expert on romantic love...

Happy Easter....It's the Easter Beagle!!!!

Yea for Snoopy! Here's It's the Easter Beagle Charlie Brown! in 3 parts....

Hot Cross Buns.....an Easter Tradition

Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross Buns!

If you have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.

One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross Buns!


Here's a recipe to make your own Hot Cross Buns!




another fabulous recipe with pics here at AppleandSpice.blogspot.com

April is National Poetry Month!

Yea!!
I know that all of you are just soooo excited about this announcement.
And you should be....here is your excuse to quote poetry to folks you know and even those you don't...know.
Yep, you have my permission (I know you've been waiting for it) to randomly quote poetry to any and everyone.
Full poems, scraps of poems, children's poems....whatever works for you!
Alrighty then! Now that I've made that announcement, here are a few of my fave poems and throughout the month I will be throwing up a few more....Enjoy!!


"I'm Nobody"

I ’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickenson

"Daffodils"

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

"A Dream Deferred"

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

"Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.

I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.

I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.

I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.

I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That's me.