Wednesdays Thoughts

Philosophical Thought for the Day: If a man is alone in the forest and there's no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong?

It's Official

From WDAZ The Dazd Broadcasting Network...

No no no..its not official I'm insane, although some may debate the statement.

I'm doing a new Internet Radio show called Quiet on the Set.

A show dedicated to entertainers of the muses. We give you, the entertainer, an opportunity to showcase your talents. Whether you're an aspiring entertainer or a well-established one, we'd like to hear from you about being a guest on our show. Your host for the show is Steve. Known around the internets as Dazd, he sometimes truly fits his name. Steve is joined by 2 co-hosts; Sheila and Meleah. It promises to be fun and I hope you enjoy the show.

When: Tuesday Night at 8 PM EST
Where: Quiet on the Set

Our premeire show is January 8th and the featured guest is the talented singer/songwriter Ghaniya

January 22nd: We are thrilled to have a talented singer/songwriter Melissa Greenwood as our guest. Visit Melissa Greeenwod's Myspace Page

I am also fortunate to have as co-hosts two lovely talented ladies Meleah and Sheila. Also joining us just today, Casey and Steve. These two gentlemen will assist when their schedules allow.

Check out our Myspace page for more information and possibly a picture posted of yours truly.

Also check back here for more updates and show information. We will develop a website and a blog as well. Also, developing an external download site for podcasts.

I hope to see you during shows in the chat.

So stay tuned.

We now return you to our regularly scheduled programs.

Are you Skeptical?

Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus


By Francis P. Church, first published in The New York Sun in 1897. [See The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9.]

Dear Editor—

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O’Hanlon

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Breath my child, breath the air which if that of Christmas. Believe until your dying days that Santa Claus is not a fantasy. Never let your heart grow old lest you wish to become cold. First and foremost, learn of the true meaning of Christmas. And from this knowledge simplify your life around this glorious occassion. Rejoice in the laughter and innocence of your children and granchildren then once again you'll live your childhood dreams. Remember your childhood dreams and cherish them as you do your family.

As long as I remain a child at heart, I will never grow old.

A child's world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. ~Rachel Carson

A Date which will Live in Infamy

"Yesterday, December 7, 1941--a date which will live in infamy--the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan. It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. Very many American lives have been lost. As Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense...I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan...a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire. No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory--" So help us God"
~President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Dec. 8, 1941

Sixty-six years ago, our nation endured a devastating attack that claimed the lives of more than 2,400 Americans. Those stationed at Pearl Harbor rushed into action as gunfire and explosions shattered the Sunday morning calm of December 7, 1941. Putting duty before their own safety, many risked their lives – and many gave their lives – to defend their comrades and the free world.

You could never be repaid for your bravery and sacrifice to our nation. We forget, and lose sight of, how far we have come as a nation because of your service. My family and our children salute you and your service, and give you our most humble thank you!

Through My Eyes

As I sit and watch the sun set below the trees
As through the window comes a gentle breeze
I think of all my fears
And my eye weeps a single tear

I sit and watch the night take hold
My mind grows numb and cold
I’m not sure how many thoughts
But many a battle I have fought

Only a single thing through all of this
One thing I would truly miss
Someone like you by my side
My friend I trust to confide

My soul you see through my eyes
Never letting my mind drift to high
Always receiving that special hug
That lets me know I am still loved

For a fleeting moment I forget my fears
Wishing for the moment to last for years


Copyright © 2007 Dazdnconfzd

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I entered a weekly Haiku contest over at Sparrows. Can you believe I actually made the top 10? Altho me thinks there were 10 entries. lol

So go check them out and cast your vote!

**Thank you all for the wonderful comments and your votes!**

Snowy Daydream

Snowy Daydream

So beautiful yet so concise
Always unique and never two alike
Free to travel with the wind
Finding one another in the end
Swirls of wind give them flight
Well into the day and through the night
Continually they fall from the heaven above
Gently floating as if on wings of a dove
Sunlight through the clouds at last
Radiant perceptions the sun has cast
Creating a wonderland from the barren and cold
A beautiful scene before my eyes does unfold
Millions have arrived covertly with the night
Seemingly nonchalant with their impending plight
The sun warms the surrounding air
Forthwith delivering destiny without a care
Memories of this morning will appease my fears
Wondrous joys the snow yields each year.

Copyright © 2006 Dazdnconfzd

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