The findings, according to neuroscientists, psychologists and management professors, suggest that many people would be wise to curb their multitasking behavior when working in an office, studying or driving a car. These experts have some basic advice. Check e-mail messages once an hour, at most. Listening to soothing background music while studying may improve concentration. But other distractions - most songs with lyrics, instant messaging, television shows - hamper performance. Driving while talking on a cell phone, even with a hands-free headset, is a bad idea.You can do four things at once: it just takes you six times as long.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
The Myth of Multitasking
Also from this morning's (3/25) New York Times. New studies on multitasking confirm what my instincts had told me -- it's a myth.
Big Brother is Stirring. . .
From an article in today's New York Times (Sunday, March 25). You can access the full article here.
Well, the report was compiled by the Intelligence Division of the New York City police. They were preparing for the Republic National Convention the following year, which would renominate George W, Bush for president, and they wanted to be ready for any trouble. (Remember Chicago, 1968?)
Here's a longer article from the Village Voice on how the authorities handled protests when the Convention finally rolled around. Is this protecting the peace, or stiffling poltical expression? There will continue to be a lot of tough calls like this in the future.
An organization of artists called "Bands Against Bush". . . was planning concerts on Oct. 11, 2003, in New York, Washington, Seattle, San Francisco and Boston. Between musical sets. . . there would be political speeches and videos. "Activists are showing a well-organized network made up of anti-Bush sentiment; the mixing of music and political rhetoric indicates sophisticated organizing skills with a specific agenda," said the report, dated Oct. 9, 2003.Sounds like democracy in action, doesn't it?
Well, the report was compiled by the Intelligence Division of the New York City police. They were preparing for the Republic National Convention the following year, which would renominate George W, Bush for president, and they wanted to be ready for any trouble. (Remember Chicago, 1968?)
They made friends, shared meals, swapped e-mail messages and then filed daily reports with the department's Intelligence Division. Other investigators mined Internet sites and chat rooms. . . But potential troublemakers were hardly the only ones to end up in the files. In hundreds of reports stamped "NYPD Secret," the Intelligence Division chronicled the views and plans of people who had no apparent intention of breaking the law, the records show. These included members of street theater companies, church groups and anti-war organizations, as well as environmentalists and people opposed to the death penalty, globalization and other government policies. Three New York City elected officials were cited in the reports.I can understand why New York City would be worried about some violent events planned to coincide with the Republican Convention. And I can understand the need in this day and age to gather information, and the value of plants and informants. But it makes me nervous when the sitting goverment is secretly investigating citizens whose only crime is political dissent.
Here's a longer article from the Village Voice on how the authorities handled protests when the Convention finally rolled around. Is this protecting the peace, or stiffling poltical expression? There will continue to be a lot of tough calls like this in the future.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Interclass Smackdown (Round I) -- Answers
1. (Geography): What Thames River bridge is nearest the Tower of London?
A: The Tower Bridge. Maybe that's the one you were thinking of, but that's the Tower Bridge.
2. (Entertainment): What father and son won Oscars for The Treasure of the Sierra Madre?
A: Walter Huston (Best Supporting Actor), and his son John (Best Director). Humphrey Bogart, as Fred C. Dobbs, did not win an Oscar.
3. (History): Who won the 1968 California Democratic primary?
A: Robert F. Kennedy.
4. (Arts & Literature): What is Juliet’s last name?
A: Capulet.
5. (Science & Nature): What’s the most common color of garnet?
A: Red.
6. (Sports & Leisure): What American won the world Grand Prix driving championship in 1978?A: Mario Andretti.
7. (Children’s Literature): What novice Keeper is hailed as Gryffindor’s “king” after winning the Quidditch Cup in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix?
A: Ron Weasley.
8. (Classics): What fearless Prince of the Geats gets munched by a dragon, in an old English poem?A: Beowulf. (Block IV, I'll give you a pass on this. Block II, you should nearly be ahamed of yourselves.)
9. (Non-Fiction) What 72 year-old feminist rallied for the rights of the elderly in The Fountain of Age, in 1993?A: Betty Friedan. (Click here for a little social commentary from our friends at The Onion.
10. (Book Club): What novel by Peter Carey finds an imaginary poet created by Christopher Chubb coming back to haunt him?
A: My Life as a Fake.
11. (Authors): What bit actor ran the Playhouse-on-the-Mall in Paramus, New Jersey, before penning, at age 40, the first of his twenty-plus best-selling thrillers?
A: Robert Ludlum. (Like Mr. Blais, Mr. Susla, Bill Belichick, and myself, Robert Ludlum has a degree of Wesleyan University.)
12. (Book Bag): What Dan Brown thriller pries into the secrets of the Priory of Sion after a murder at the Louvre?
A: The DaVinci Code.
The Results: Block II -- 8 correct answers, Block IV -- 6 correct answers.
(Block II caught a very lucky break in Beowulf, which you are just starting but Block IV has not come to yet. So toss out that question and all that stands between the two classes is "Betty Friedan".)
RU into Hip-Hop?
It's not really my cup of tea, but there's an International Hi-Hop Festival next weekend at Trinity College in Hartford.
It's time to put the heart back in Hartford.
(Don't forget to check out the Cinestudio while you're on campus. There's a French Film Festival coming up next month!)
It's time to put the heart back in Hartford.
(Don't forget to check out the Cinestudio while you're on campus. There's a French Film Festival coming up next month!)
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Julie Taymor is a Genius. . .
and Joe Roth is a putz.
Who's Julie Taymor? Ever see the stage version of The Lion King? That was her vision. Those were her puppets. (Some of my long time fans will remember "Fool's Fire", her dramatization of the Edgar Allan Poe story "Hop Frog.") The best filmed verson of Shakespeare that I've ever seen is Titus, Taymor's version of Titus Andronicus. (If you're good, maybe I'll show you some of it.)
Joe Roth. Well, he's the genius who directed Christmas with the Cranks and Revenge of the Nerds II.
Taymor just finished directing a new movie, Across the Universe, a "psychadelic love story set to Beatles' music. The studio (Joe Roth), decided it was too long, and that it should be cut down, and that Roth was just the man to do it.
Taymor does not have final cut. (Very few directors do). She's so outraged that she may take her name off the whole project. Stay tuned.
I'd trust Julie on this one.
Update: Not so fast, says Nikki Finke in the LA Weekly.
Here's what four civilians who have seen it have to say (courtesy of Internet Movie DataBase).
And here's the website, where you can watch the trailer.
(I'm still going with Julie.)
Who's Julie Taymor? Ever see the stage version of The Lion King? That was her vision. Those were her puppets. (Some of my long time fans will remember "Fool's Fire", her dramatization of the Edgar Allan Poe story "Hop Frog.") The best filmed verson of Shakespeare that I've ever seen is Titus, Taymor's version of Titus Andronicus. (If you're good, maybe I'll show you some of it.)
Joe Roth. Well, he's the genius who directed Christmas with the Cranks and Revenge of the Nerds II.
Taymor just finished directing a new movie, Across the Universe, a "psychadelic love story set to Beatles' music. The studio (Joe Roth), decided it was too long, and that it should be cut down, and that Roth was just the man to do it.
Taymor does not have final cut. (Very few directors do). She's so outraged that she may take her name off the whole project. Stay tuned.
I'd trust Julie on this one.
Update: Not so fast, says Nikki Finke in the LA Weekly.
Here's what four civilians who have seen it have to say (courtesy of Internet Movie DataBase).
And here's the website, where you can watch the trailer.
(I'm still going with Julie.)
Loon-y Tunes
Do you like Thoreau? (I bet you don't. I bet you had to read it last year in American Lit, something from Walden, and you thought it was boring and irrelevant, and even now you're not reading this, you stopped as soon as you got to Thoreau -- assuming you even came here in the first place.)
Well, I do. I love Thoreau. I would love to hang out with Thoreau. When I get to Heaven, one of the first people I'm checking out, is Thoreau.
As I was paddling along the north shore one very calm October afternoon, for such days especially they settle on to the lakes, like the milkweed down, having looked in vain over the pond for a loon, suddenly one, sailing out from the shore toward the middle a few rods in front of me, set up his wild laugh and betrayed himself. I pursued with a paddle and he dived, but when he came up I was nearer than before. He dived again but I miscalculated the direction he would take, and we were fifty rods apart when he came to the surface this time, for I had helped to widen the interval; and again he laughed long and loud, and with more reason than before.
He manœuvred so cunningly that I could not get within half a dozen rods of him. Each time when he came to the surface, turning his head this way and that, he coolly surveyed the water and the land, and apparently chose his course so that he might come up where there was the widest expanse of water and at the greatest distance from the boat. It was surprising how quickly he made up his mind and put his resolve into execution. He led me at once to the wildest part of the pond, and could not be driven from it. While he was thinking one thing in his brain, I was endeavoring to divine his thought in mine. It was a pretty game, played on the smooth surface of the pond, a man against a loon.
Suddenly your adversary’s checker disappears beneath the board, and the problem is to place yours nearest to where his will appear again. Sometimes he would come up unexpectedly on the opposite side of me, having apparently passed directly under the boat. So long-winded was he and so unweariable, that when he had swam farthest he would immediately plunge again, nevertheless; and then no wit could divine where in the deep pond, beneath the smooth surface, he might be speeding his way like a fish, for he had time and ability to visit the bottom of the pond in its deepest part. It is said that loons have been caught in the New York lakes eighty feet beneath the surface, with hooks set for trout,—though Walden is deeper than that. How surprised must the fishes be to see this ungainly visitor from another sphere speeding his way amid their schools!
Yet he appeared to know his course as surely under water as on the surface, and swam much faster there. Once or twice I saw a ripple where he approached the surface, just put his head out to reconnoitre, and instantly dived again. I found that it was as well for me to rest on my oars and wait his reappearing as to endeavor to calculate where he would rise; for again and again, when I was straining my eyes over the surface one way, I would suddenly be startled by his unearthly laugh behind me. But why, after displaying so much cunning, did he invariably betray himself the moment he came up by that loud laugh? Did not his white breast enough betray him?
He was indeed a silly loon, I thought. I could commonly hear the plash of the water when he came up, and so also detected him. But after an hour he seemed as fresh as ever, dived as willingly and swam yet farther than at first. It was surprising to see how serenely he sailed off with unruffled breast when he came to the surface, doing all the work with his webbed feet beneath. His usual note was this demoniac laughter, yet somewhat like that of a waterfowl; but occasionally when he had balked me most successfully and come up a long way off, he uttered a long-drawn unearthly howl, probably more like that of a wolf than any bird; as when a beast puts his muzzle to the ground and deliberately howls. This was his looning,—perhaps the wildest sound that is ever heard here, making the woods ring far and wide. I concluded that he laughed in derision of my efforts, confident of his own resources.
Though the sky was by this time overcast, the pond was so smooth that I could see where he broke the surface when I did not hear him. His white breast, the stillness of the air, and the smoothness of the water were all against him. At length, having come up fifty rods off, he uttered one of those prolonged howls, as if calling on the god of loons to aid him, and immediately there came a wind from the east and rippled the surface, and filled the whole air with misty rain, and I was impressed as if it were the prayer of the loon answered, and his god was angry with me; and so I left him disappearing far away on the tumultuous surface.
For hours, in fall days, I watched the ducks cunningly tack and veer and hold the middle of the pond, far from the sportsman; tricks which they will have less need to practise in Louisiana bayous. When compelled to rise they would sometimes circle round and round and over the pond at a considerable height, from which they could easily see to other ponds and the river, like black motes in the sky; and, when I thought they had gone off thither long since, they would settle down by a slanting flight of a quarter of a mile on to a distant part which was left free; but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
Well, I do. I love Thoreau. I would love to hang out with Thoreau. When I get to Heaven, one of the first people I'm checking out, is Thoreau.
Aunt (to HDT, on his deathbed): Henry, have you made your peace with God?There's nothing I'd like better than to get out my kayak this afternoon (right now!) and go play hide-and-seek with a loon!
HDT: I wasn't aware that we ever quarreled.
THE LOON
(From Walden.)
By HENRY D. THOREAU.
As I was paddling along the north shore one very calm October afternoon, for such days especially they settle on to the lakes, like the milkweed down, having looked in vain over the pond for a loon, suddenly one, sailing out from the shore toward the middle a few rods in front of me, set up his wild laugh and betrayed himself. I pursued with a paddle and he dived, but when he came up I was nearer than before. He dived again but I miscalculated the direction he would take, and we were fifty rods apart when he came to the surface this time, for I had helped to widen the interval; and again he laughed long and loud, and with more reason than before.
He manœuvred so cunningly that I could not get within half a dozen rods of him. Each time when he came to the surface, turning his head this way and that, he coolly surveyed the water and the land, and apparently chose his course so that he might come up where there was the widest expanse of water and at the greatest distance from the boat. It was surprising how quickly he made up his mind and put his resolve into execution. He led me at once to the wildest part of the pond, and could not be driven from it. While he was thinking one thing in his brain, I was endeavoring to divine his thought in mine. It was a pretty game, played on the smooth surface of the pond, a man against a loon.
Suddenly your adversary’s checker disappears beneath the board, and the problem is to place yours nearest to where his will appear again. Sometimes he would come up unexpectedly on the opposite side of me, having apparently passed directly under the boat. So long-winded was he and so unweariable, that when he had swam farthest he would immediately plunge again, nevertheless; and then no wit could divine where in the deep pond, beneath the smooth surface, he might be speeding his way like a fish, for he had time and ability to visit the bottom of the pond in its deepest part. It is said that loons have been caught in the New York lakes eighty feet beneath the surface, with hooks set for trout,—though Walden is deeper than that. How surprised must the fishes be to see this ungainly visitor from another sphere speeding his way amid their schools!
Yet he appeared to know his course as surely under water as on the surface, and swam much faster there. Once or twice I saw a ripple where he approached the surface, just put his head out to reconnoitre, and instantly dived again. I found that it was as well for me to rest on my oars and wait his reappearing as to endeavor to calculate where he would rise; for again and again, when I was straining my eyes over the surface one way, I would suddenly be startled by his unearthly laugh behind me. But why, after displaying so much cunning, did he invariably betray himself the moment he came up by that loud laugh? Did not his white breast enough betray him?
He was indeed a silly loon, I thought. I could commonly hear the plash of the water when he came up, and so also detected him. But after an hour he seemed as fresh as ever, dived as willingly and swam yet farther than at first. It was surprising to see how serenely he sailed off with unruffled breast when he came to the surface, doing all the work with his webbed feet beneath. His usual note was this demoniac laughter, yet somewhat like that of a waterfowl; but occasionally when he had balked me most successfully and come up a long way off, he uttered a long-drawn unearthly howl, probably more like that of a wolf than any bird; as when a beast puts his muzzle to the ground and deliberately howls. This was his looning,—perhaps the wildest sound that is ever heard here, making the woods ring far and wide. I concluded that he laughed in derision of my efforts, confident of his own resources.
Though the sky was by this time overcast, the pond was so smooth that I could see where he broke the surface when I did not hear him. His white breast, the stillness of the air, and the smoothness of the water were all against him. At length, having come up fifty rods off, he uttered one of those prolonged howls, as if calling on the god of loons to aid him, and immediately there came a wind from the east and rippled the surface, and filled the whole air with misty rain, and I was impressed as if it were the prayer of the loon answered, and his god was angry with me; and so I left him disappearing far away on the tumultuous surface.
For hours, in fall days, I watched the ducks cunningly tack and veer and hold the middle of the pond, far from the sportsman; tricks which they will have less need to practise in Louisiana bayous. When compelled to rise they would sometimes circle round and round and over the pond at a considerable height, from which they could easily see to other ponds and the river, like black motes in the sky; and, when I thought they had gone off thither long since, they would settle down by a slanting flight of a quarter of a mile on to a distant part which was left free; but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sound Familiar?
The New 3 R's: Rules, Rules, Rules
By Washington Post | Published Today | Daily EdNews , K-12 | Unrated
If you don't have the time or the inclination, here are a couple of passages that I found particularly interesting.
By Washington Post | Published Today | Daily EdNews , K-12 | Unrated
Students Chafe as Schools' Web of Restrictions GrowsRead the whole article here.
At Montgomery Blair High School in Silver Spring, students can't just randomly stroll out to their cars to fetch a textbook or some other forgotten item. They need a pass because authorities worry about what might be stashed in the parking lot.
If you don't have the time or the inclination, here are a couple of passages that I found particularly interesting.
At Forest Park Senior High School in Prince William County, students sought to rejuvenate Spirit Week with funky themes. They were over Twin Day, so they proposed Bling Day, which gave school officials visions of property -- i.e., pricey necklaces -- getting snatched at school. So that idea was a bust. Then students dreamed up Salad Dressing Day -- cowboy garb for ranch, togas for Caesar, Hawaiian shirts for Thousand Island.And while the first impulse is always to blame what seems to be the nearest source, it's not always their fault.
Yes, even Salad Dressing Day was cut, for reasons that remain mysterious to some students.
If students feel that the climate is suffocating, so do principals. Gerald N. Tirozzi, executive director of the National Association of Secondary School Principals, based in Reston, [his last job was as the Connecticut State Education Commissioner] said school systems are frequently hard-pressed to find candidates for principal openings because those who take on the job are more accountable than ever for test scores, campus safety and much more.
"A lot of principals are on pins and needles. We have one or two school shootings, and suddenly everyone wants zero tolerance. Principals are overly sensitive to the students who are in their charge," Tirozzi said. "You've got one group of parents who want you to be more liberal and another group of parents who want you to be ultra-conservative."
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Friday, March 9, 2007
TV Beatdown -- House, or Grey's Anatomy
Judging from the People's Forum, we have fans of each show.
I don't watch either. I've seeen House enough to know the basics; Grey's I've only read about.
I only have time to watch one. Which should it be?
Comment below.
I don't watch either. I've seeen House enough to know the basics; Grey's I've only read about.
I only have time to watch one. Which should it be?
Comment below.
House M. D.
Any comments on recent developments? (Post Below.)
The official website is here.
Here's a fansite, where apparently you can watch old episodes. There's a forum there, too.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
It's Not Easy Being Green
When I was a kid, I was fortunate enough to go on several long cross-country trips with my family. From Connecicut to California and back, up the spine of the continent from Arizona to Montana, and even to Alaska!
Now this was in the days before Ipods and portable DVD players. Probably you had an AM radio in the car. And no air-conditioning. One of the things that we did to pass the time (when we weren't squabbling and picking on one another in the back seat) was to "collect" plates. We had a pad of paper, and added to the list each time we saw a new one. It was very exciting, because as you got into a new state, the plates changed -- in color and style of numbers. Some had state slogans ("Live Free or Die") or even pictures (a rider on a bucking bronco in Wyoming, for example. There's a lot more of that now).
If only Ohio had been doing back then what they're doing now. If you've been convicted of drunk driving, you get a special license plate (yellow, with red letters). And they're proposing a new one -- bright flourescent green for convicted violent sex offenders and child predators.
Originally they were going to be pink (but Mary Kay Cosmetics, among others, put the kibosh on that).
Can't think of why they wanted to choose pink in the first place. . . unless they were falling back and false and hurful sterotyping!
Now this was in the days before Ipods and portable DVD players. Probably you had an AM radio in the car. And no air-conditioning. One of the things that we did to pass the time (when we weren't squabbling and picking on one another in the back seat) was to "collect" plates. We had a pad of paper, and added to the list each time we saw a new one. It was very exciting, because as you got into a new state, the plates changed -- in color and style of numbers. Some had state slogans ("Live Free or Die") or even pictures (a rider on a bucking bronco in Wyoming, for example. There's a lot more of that now).
If only Ohio had been doing back then what they're doing now. If you've been convicted of drunk driving, you get a special license plate (yellow, with red letters). And they're proposing a new one -- bright flourescent green for convicted violent sex offenders and child predators.
Originally they were going to be pink (but Mary Kay Cosmetics, among others, put the kibosh on that).
Can't think of why they wanted to choose pink in the first place. . . unless they were falling back and false and hurful sterotyping!
Bang for the Buck!
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
I don't know if you saw this article in the Courant the other day, but it turns out that the Tolland school system is the seventh most efficient in the state, in terms of how much money it costs us to educate you. That is to say, out of 169 towns, only six spend fewer dollars per pupil! Wow! In fact, here in Tolland, we're able to educate each one of you for about $2,000 less than the state average. And let's not even think of what those wealthy, big-spending towns are shelling out!
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
~Hamlet
I don't know if you saw this article in the Courant the other day, but it turns out that the Tolland school system is the seventh most efficient in the state, in terms of how much money it costs us to educate you. That is to say, out of 169 towns, only six spend fewer dollars per pupil! Wow! In fact, here in Tolland, we're able to educate each one of you for about $2,000 less than the state average. And let's not even think of what those wealthy, big-spending towns are shelling out!
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Know Your Rights!
In Block IV today, we covered "Know Your Rights" by the Clash. It's a way to make Percy Bysshe Shelley more accessible to kids today, if there are any outsiders peeking in. (Actually, it's getting to the point where I need something to make the Clash accessible before I Can start to make the bridge to Shelley. Sigh!)
Anyway, here are the lyrics.
But I also came across some other interesting things while googling "know your rights".
Know Your Rights concerning. . .
Know Your Rights concerning. . .
1. the police;
2. civil rights;
3. physical and mental disabilities;
4. about insurance;
5. being a female;
6. as a photographer;
7. getting your car fixed;
8. being an American Muslim;
9. owing people money;
10. owing medical bills;
11. child labor;
12. being a bike messenger in NYC;
13. organizing your workplace;
14. being an expectant mother;
15. funerals;
16. being audited;
17. religious freedoms;
18. gifted education;
19. lost luggage;
20. a recovering substance abuser;
21. home schooling.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Block IV: Coincidence. . .
Those of you who were doing the Sunday Times Crossword may have noticed this --83 Down: Something to be thankful for
The answer: B - O - O - N.
Coincidence? Some would call it that.
Then, of course, there was 34 Across: Head-scratcher.
Answer: E - N - I - G - M - A.
So? So, the name of one of the production companies for Local Hero? Enigma Films.
There's more in heaven and earth, Horatio . . .
Thursday, March 1, 2007
All: "Into the Silence"
There's a new movie out -- well, if you live in the Big Apple. It might get to Cinema City, maybe CineStudio at Trinity (a great place to go see a movie, by the way. It's got a balcony!). Perhaps Real Art Ways. (Actually, it is -- beginning May 4th!) Fortunately, there's video, now, so the two or three of us who might want tot se this movie will get a chance to, where it's not economically feasiable other. (That's what they call "The Long Tail", but that's a whole 'nother story.)
Anyway, the movie is called Into Great Silence. It's about a bunch of monks who almost never talk. (Maybe because part of what I do for a living is talk, I'm drawn to the idea of voluntary silence.)
So, that immediately put a musical phrase into my head: "in-to the silence" from one of my top five all-time songwriters, Van Morrison. (If you made me choose a number one, I'd probaly name him.) Of course, I was misremembering the actual lyric, which is "hymns to the silence"
But whatever. Call it kismet, call it serendipity, call it wyrd. I put "into the silence" into Google, and came up with this poem by e. e. cummings.
Now I'm not a huge fan of e. e. cummings, but I thought this one was lovely, and I wanted to share it with you.
(I like to think that certain poems/stories/movies are meant for certain people, and sometimes I'm the postman chosen to make the delivery. So I don't know which of you is supposed to have this, but here it is.)
Anyway, the movie is called Into Great Silence. It's about a bunch of monks who almost never talk. (Maybe because part of what I do for a living is talk, I'm drawn to the idea of voluntary silence.)
So, that immediately put a musical phrase into my head: "in-to the silence" from one of my top five all-time songwriters, Van Morrison. (If you made me choose a number one, I'd probaly name him.) Of course, I was misremembering the actual lyric, which is "hymns to the silence"
But whatever. Call it kismet, call it serendipity, call it wyrd. I put "into the silence" into Google, and came up with this poem by e. e. cummings.
up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it
you will(kiss me)go
out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it
(kiss me)you will goon into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it
you will go(kiss me
down into your memory and
a memory and memory
i)kiss me,(will go)
Now I'm not a huge fan of e. e. cummings, but I thought this one was lovely, and I wanted to share it with you.
(I like to think that certain poems/stories/movies are meant for certain people, and sometimes I'm the postman chosen to make the delivery. So I don't know which of you is supposed to have this, but here it is.)
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