Tomorrow Burns – John Lancaster – Karma to Burn – Dead Face Down – Nuns on Fire – Saprogen
Event on 2011-09-10 20:00:00
Day 2 of Mission Coalition. Other bands TBD
at The Sound Factory
812 Kanawha Blvd.
Charleston, United States
Los Angeles, CA (PRWEB) July 26, 2011
John Tracy Clinic (JTC) announced today the appointment of Blythe Cotton Maling as vice president of development and marketing. With more than 15 years in nonprofit leadership, Maling will lead the organization?s fundraising and communications efforts.
“We are so pleased Blythe has joined John Tracy Clinic,” said Gaston Kent, president and chief executive officer of John Tracy Clinic. “She is well respected in the philanthropic community for her commitment to children and families and her ability to raise funds and awareness for worthy causes. Her integrity, passion and experience are an asset to JTC.?
Prior to joining John Tracy Clinic, Maling served as partner at QuantumMethod, a Los Angeles-based consulting firm. She led the firm?s nonprofit and grantmaker practice, working with nonprofits serving children and families, charter schools, and independent schools. Prior to joining QuantumMethod, she spent more than a decade with Para Los Ni
Question by Dollbaby Melissa: Is John Madden’s “Aura” of knowledge larger than what his “actual” coaching skills were?
I love John Madden and the guy DOES have a Super Bowl ring as a coach. But is John, because of his GREAT CELEBRITY thought to be more knowledgable than he actually is?
Answer by elmer_fuddstien
-10 years as a head coach with a 76% winning percents,greatest of all time.
-8 times in the playoffs
-7 division titles
-36-16-2 record against Hall of Fame coaches (shula, knoll, landry, Eubank, Gillman, Stram, Grant), Including a winning percentage against all of them.
Know better? Leave your own answer in the comments!
Check out these John Keats images:
Lápide John Keats
Image by leandrodemori
Song (John Keats, 1795-1821)
Image by jinterwas
I had a dove and the sweet dove died
and I have thought it died of grieving
o, what could it grieve for? it’s feed were tied,
with a silken thread of my own hands weaving
sweet little red feet! why should you die –
why should you leave me, sweet bird, why? –
you lived alone in the forest-tree
why, pretty thing, would you not live with me?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;
why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
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Shard from John Keats House
Image by Matt From London
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon in death. 1819
John Keats – Ode On A Grecian Urn – Reader Unknown Ode On A Grecian Urn by John Keats (1795-1821) Thou still unravished bride of quietness, Thou foster child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loath? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared, Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, Forever piping songs forever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! Forever warm and still to be enjoyed, Forever panting, and forever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies …
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