In this day and age when everyone is supposed to be "going green", there is a tred taking place in the retail area that is really disturbing to me. It is packaging and labelling. Yesterday I bought clothes. I bought 8 items of clothing and removed a total of 14 tags from them. Whenever we buy an item of small to medium size, it is packed in plastic (usually heat sealed Polyethylene) which will still be around for the next new millennium. I was thinking about the clothes though. If each item has an average of 1.4 tags on it, and a billion people buy an article of clothing every day, (random number, no statistical backup on that) that is that many pieces of cardboard that gets thrown in the trash. Hopefully people use their recycle bins. When I think of how much trash we generate as a family in a week, I feel okay, as we recycle a lot of things. But manufacturers of consumables should really work on cutting down on the packaging they use. The other day I opened a Little-est Pet Shop toy my daughter was given as a 'hope you feel better' gift after breaking her arm. It was in a cardboard box (1) sandwiched between two molded polyethylene sheets, (2 and 3) with another pet sheet wrapping each individual toy (4, 5 and 6) each one of them was tied to the cardboard box by two of those plastic twisty things that bread bags used to be closed with. (7,8,9,10, 11 and 12) So in a box 3 inches square by in inch thick there were 3 toys and 12 pieces of packaging. I don't think this is evil or insidious, but it is unnecessary and a waste of resources. It may not seem like much when looked at by itself, but imagine the millions of identical packages in toy stores all over the world....the mind boggles.
The thing is, we CAN do something about it. Go to the websites of the manufacturers of things you buy that you notice have excessive packaging. Every company has a feedback function on their site, or should. I once read that one letter received equates to 20 thought of but not sent, and companies do pay attention to that.
So let's get on them.
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Feedback from Audio books!
I am going to a bit of self-back patting here...actually I am not, but I am going to tell everyone what someone else said about me...
CLICK!
I read this and nearly cried it was so nice.
I have many new blogs stewing in my head, and I will soon be posting them.
Take Care everyone.
CLICK!
I read this and nearly cried it was so nice.
I have many new blogs stewing in my head, and I will soon be posting them.
Take Care everyone.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
My Tribute To Fifi
If someone asked me what person in my life I remember first outside of my parents and sisters, and other extended family members, I would say that it was Fifi - Phyllis Pederson. If we had been Catholics, the Pederson's would have been our god-parents. I spoke to FiFi recently, after I got a letter from her with a few rememberances of my mother. Fifi was undergoing chemo at the time my mom died, and was unable to participate in her memorial activities. So I called her on skype from work that night, and we had a long talk and a bit of a cry. It was wonderful to catch up with her.
Like I said before, some of my earliest memories include Fifi and her family. It was Fifi with whom I stayed when my parents flew to Phoenix for the funeral of my great-grandfather. It was Fifi with whom my sister stayed one year when she didn't go on choir tour. Incidentally, it was Fifi's son Matt with whom Ruth's only known incidence of streaking took place.
I remember one time there was a spook house in the Pederson's Basement. I don't remember much about it, but I remember someone pulling on a light cord, or a clothesline attached to a light cord (the old kind that you pulled the string to turn on the light). I think that was Marilyn. I know that the Gatewood youth group
went there often for Afterglow or Singspiration after evening service. I recall Fifi's home always being a welcoming place, full of smells of baking and cooking. It was there, thanks to Matt, that I was introduced to the joys of a Peanut Butter Milkshake. Still have one now and then. Except I add chocolate to them now and call it a Reece's Milkshake.
Fifi told me in our last conversation that she counted my mom as her best friend ever outside of her family. What an honor! And she and my mom used to do much together. They sewed clothes for their families, the taught Eager Beavers together, I think it was Phyllis who taught my mom to can the dozens of jars of blueberries that then sat in our basement for years untouched...LOL. I think the joy was well and truly in the doing of it. I am guessing here, because the advent calendar, tree skirt and stockings are older than I am, but for years I always marveled that theirs were the same style as ours, but it occurs to one that they probably made them together. Fifi told us in a letter that one year when there was a lot of snow, mom pulled Sara and Ruth to her house on a sled. Now that involved going down Holden Street Hill, across Delridge Way and back up to get to the Pederson's home on. Now that is friendship.
Now Fifi and my mom are together again. I often wonder what heaven will be like as far as our relationships on earth are concerned. It has occurred to me that once we get there, we won't remember anything about here, because remembering earth would necessarily involve sad memories. But once we get there, will we remember the people who have gone before us? Will they remember and recognize us? or will be so rapt in the person and presence of Jesus Christ that all else will fade into insignificance? I tend to think that it is more towards that than anything else. Gods' word tells us very little about heaven. What little it tells boggles the mind though.
As the years go by, more and more of the people who were influential in my life are there. It will be good to get there, and I believe that all who believe in Jesus will be caught up together soon. God haste the day.
Like I said before, some of my earliest memories include Fifi and her family. It was Fifi with whom I stayed when my parents flew to Phoenix for the funeral of my great-grandfather. It was Fifi with whom my sister stayed one year when she didn't go on choir tour. Incidentally, it was Fifi's son Matt with whom Ruth's only known incidence of streaking took place.
I remember one time there was a spook house in the Pederson's Basement. I don't remember much about it, but I remember someone pulling on a light cord, or a clothesline attached to a light cord (the old kind that you pulled the string to turn on the light). I think that was Marilyn. I know that the Gatewood youth group
went there often for Afterglow or Singspiration after evening service. I recall Fifi's home always being a welcoming place, full of smells of baking and cooking. It was there, thanks to Matt, that I was introduced to the joys of a Peanut Butter Milkshake. Still have one now and then. Except I add chocolate to them now and call it a Reece's Milkshake.
Fifi told me in our last conversation that she counted my mom as her best friend ever outside of her family. What an honor! And she and my mom used to do much together. They sewed clothes for their families, the taught Eager Beavers together, I think it was Phyllis who taught my mom to can the dozens of jars of blueberries that then sat in our basement for years untouched...LOL. I think the joy was well and truly in the doing of it. I am guessing here, because the advent calendar, tree skirt and stockings are older than I am, but for years I always marveled that theirs were the same style as ours, but it occurs to one that they probably made them together. Fifi told us in a letter that one year when there was a lot of snow, mom pulled Sara and Ruth to her house on a sled. Now that involved going down Holden Street Hill, across Delridge Way and back up to get to the Pederson's home on. Now that is friendship.
Now Fifi and my mom are together again. I often wonder what heaven will be like as far as our relationships on earth are concerned. It has occurred to me that once we get there, we won't remember anything about here, because remembering earth would necessarily involve sad memories. But once we get there, will we remember the people who have gone before us? Will they remember and recognize us? or will be so rapt in the person and presence of Jesus Christ that all else will fade into insignificance? I tend to think that it is more towards that than anything else. Gods' word tells us very little about heaven. What little it tells boggles the mind though.
As the years go by, more and more of the people who were influential in my life are there. It will be good to get there, and I believe that all who believe in Jesus will be caught up together soon. God haste the day.
Thursday, 21 January 2010
Classical Music
I have loved Classical music for many years. When I was a small boy, my parents bought a set of records from Reader's Digest that had 10 albums in it, each one from a differnet country, highlighting major composers from each of those nations. The countries included England, Germany, Austria, Bohemia, Scandinavia, Italy and several others. This was my introduction to classical music. At this time, although I do not own an LP player, I still have that set of Records.
There are literally thousands of classical music pieces to choose from out there, and they vary in quality, listenability (?), and memorability. There are some composers that whilst I wouldn't cross the street to listen to, others find them to be the most divine music ever. An example is Mahler. My Father-in-law loves Mahler...I on the other hand am less than impressed. I like to compare classical pieces to professional athletes. (Huh?) Well, it's like this...there are say, 384 active players in the NBA and, at the moment, there are no Michael Jordans playing. There is the PGA tour, and then there is Tiger Woods (still a great player in spite of his recent trouble). There is the NHL, and there was Wayne Gretsky. You get the idea...I think. There are thousands of classical music pieces out there, and yet every now and then, I come across a movement of music that just stands out above the rest.
My list of favourite movements, in no particular order, goes something like this.
Rodrigo, Concierto Andaluz for 4 guitars, First movement.
Beethoven Symphony Number 8, second movement.
Mozart, Symphony Number 39 in E flat major Third Movement: Menuetto. Allegretto
Chopin Piano Concerto # 1 3rd Movement
Haydn Trumpet Concerto in E flat Major, Third movement
Handel Pastoral Symphony, from Messiah
Tchaikovsky Spanish Dance from Swan Lake
Grieg In the Hall of the Mountain King, from Peer Gynt
Grieg Morning Mood also from Peer Gynt
Mozart, Die Zauberflote: Dies Bildnis ist bezaubernd schön,
and Der Vogelfangher
Mozart (Again) Le Nozze de Figaro, Sull'Aria, as heard in the movie, "The Shawshank Redemtion"
That is also one of my most goose pimply producing movie moments also....
Many people say they hate clssical music. I think it is a question of acclimatisation. Recently a woman who had lost a good deal of weight told me that her nutritionist told her to eat an apple every day. She said "But I hate apples" The nutritionist bet her her consultation fee that in 30 days, she wouldn't be able to go without an apple. The nutritionist won. I bet you, if you are a classical music hater, that if you try one small taste of something beautiful every day for a month, you will like it also.
There are literally thousands of classical music pieces to choose from out there, and they vary in quality, listenability (?), and memorability. There are some composers that whilst I wouldn't cross the street to listen to, others find them to be the most divine music ever. An example is Mahler. My Father-in-law loves Mahler...I on the other hand am less than impressed. I like to compare classical pieces to professional athletes. (Huh?) Well, it's like this...there are say, 384 active players in the NBA and, at the moment, there are no Michael Jordans playing. There is the PGA tour, and then there is Tiger Woods (still a great player in spite of his recent trouble). There is the NHL, and there was Wayne Gretsky. You get the idea...I think. There are thousands of classical music pieces out there, and yet every now and then, I come across a movement of music that just stands out above the rest.
My list of favourite movements, in no particular order, goes something like this.
Rodrigo, Concierto Andaluz for 4 guitars, First movement.
Beethoven Symphony Number 8, second movement.
Mozart, Symphony Number 39 in E flat major Third Movement: Menuetto. Allegretto
Chopin Piano Concerto # 1 3rd Movement
Haydn Trumpet Concerto in E flat Major, Third movement
Handel Pastoral Symphony, from Messiah
Tchaikovsky Spanish Dance from Swan Lake
Grieg In the Hall of the Mountain King, from Peer Gynt
Grieg Morning Mood also from Peer Gynt
Mozart, Die Zauberflote: Dies Bildnis ist bezaubernd schön,
and Der Vogelfangher
Mozart (Again) Le Nozze de Figaro, Sull'Aria, as heard in the movie, "The Shawshank Redemtion"
That is also one of my most goose pimply producing movie moments also....
Many people say they hate clssical music. I think it is a question of acclimatisation. Recently a woman who had lost a good deal of weight told me that her nutritionist told her to eat an apple every day. She said "But I hate apples" The nutritionist bet her her consultation fee that in 30 days, she wouldn't be able to go without an apple. The nutritionist won. I bet you, if you are a classical music hater, that if you try one small taste of something beautiful every day for a month, you will like it also.
Friday, 25 September 2009
Mom's Memorial Service
For anyone who wasn't able to attend, I have uploaded an MP3 recording of the service at Galilee Baptist Church.
I hope it is a blessing to you.
Download Sally Burchard's Memorial Service.m4a from FileFactory.com
I hope it is a blessing to you.
Download Sally Burchard's Memorial Service.m4a from FileFactory.com
Monday, 17 August 2009
New Audio Book Finished
Woo Hoo! I have finally, after a rather unmotivated month, finished my reading of Booth Tarkington's Seventeen: A Tale of Youth, Summer and the Baxter Family, mainly William"
It can be found for download here. It is a very funny book. With a really nice twist in the tail end.
It can be found for download here. It is a very funny book. With a really nice twist in the tail end.
Monday, 10 August 2009
Another Audio book
I said in an earlier post that I would post whenever I finished an audio book or when an audio book project I was involved with was finished. Well another book is done. It is entitled THE TURMOIL, by Booth Tarkington. It is a dramatic work, rather than the humorous ones I have been reading. It is volume one of the Growth Trilogy, which includes The Magnificant Ambersons, which was a movie starring Orson Welles.
To download this book, click here. I read eleven out of thirty two chapters. You can download the entire book as a .zip file by clicking on the link that says as much, right under the introductory paragraph.
To download this book, click here. I read eleven out of thirty two chapters. You can download the entire book as a .zip file by clicking on the link that says as much, right under the introductory paragraph.
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