I sometimes choose to not look up the news. This is because nearly everytime I do listen to the news, I feel either sad, humiliated, or depressed.
The pictures that come onto our screens along with the words, often coming from Iraq, the occupied Palestine and the rest of the Muslim world show how ignorant some people are to allow these disasters to take place, stay there and worsen over the years. I feel guilt as if I am part of these people. So I choose the easy way out: dump the news for good!
This is wrong. One should pushed towards change upon hearing bad news. "And if you want to help your fellow man, you better start with what is in your hand," as Yusuf Islam chants.
May Allah bless us with constant change towards the better in all of our earthly times!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
What is a Satellite Receiver?
Here, you get beyond skin deep in one:
http://www.st.com/stonline/products/applications/blocks/consumer/cona003.shtml
Hover over any block to get component types. Each component type will give you related products. In order to get it all, you will have to download the data sheets and read them. Heheheee.
http://www.st.com/stonline/products/applications/blocks/consumer/cona003.shtml
Hover over any block to get component types. Each component type will give you related products. In order to get it all, you will have to download the data sheets and read them. Heheheee.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Creativity
- "The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources." Albert Einstein
- "The problem is never how to get new, innovative thoughts into your mind, but how to get old ones out. Every mind is a building filled with archaic furniture. Clean out a corner of your mind and creativity will instantly fill it." Dee Hock
- "To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong." Joseph Chilton Pearce
- "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." Pablo Picasso
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Touching Story
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list.
Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.
The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former class mates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list.
Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.
The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former class mates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Movies
This week, The Kingdom, the massively anticipated movie, opened in US theater. This movie depicts, somehow, an fictional scenario of a terrorist bombing in Riyadh, inspired by a bombing that happened a couple of years back.
I wonder why this movie should be made with such recognizable (and thus believable) faces?
If you want to see a more realistic depiction of some of the *terrorism* that happens in the US, you might want to watch one of the two documentaries that I saw over the last two days:
1) Jesus Camp: which is about a summer camp for evangelical christian children that teaches them awful *extremism*. Remember that Steve Martin movie?
2) Terror Storm: Here it is! watch the beginning to know what it's about:
I wonder why this movie should be made with such recognizable (and thus believable) faces?
If you want to see a more realistic depiction of some of the *terrorism* that happens in the US, you might want to watch one of the two documentaries that I saw over the last two days:
1) Jesus Camp: which is about a summer camp for evangelical christian children that teaches them awful *extremism*. Remember that Steve Martin movie?
2) Terror Storm: Here it is! watch the beginning to know what it's about:
Check Mate, US!
Garry Kasparov, former world-champion chess player, may be the next Russian presedent. If this happens, it's gonna take more than deep blue to beat him!
http://edition.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/europe/09/30/russia.kasparov.ap/index.html
http://edition.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/europe/09/30/russia.kasparov.ap/index.html
30 Years of Gaming Consoles
Several generations of integration followed this effort. Check out this link and the links it has!
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