1997 - During physics in this great year (my final year of high school), I was told that even if I didn't take anything useful away (who needs physics? Just kidding), I had to take this pearl of wisdom.
To cut a long story short, my physics teacher told us the story of wisdom and that all human knowledge can be summarised into one short phrase:

"there is no such thing as a free lunch".


Hmm.....this brings up the issue of metaphors. One of Rudi's favourite topics at Abu Dhabi :P

Before I leave, I have a question. What constitutes the 'masses'? What makes a group of individuals into a mass? I find it amazing that 'sane' individuals can become a screaming mob. Take the witch hunts of many years ago, or even the 'protests' that occur almost daily around the world. If each of us is placed in a similar situation, would we also become part of the mob? Or are we able to separate ourselves and maintain our individuality?

I don't know. There's so many things that I don't know! But life is a learning process.

Time to go.....University calls (though not as loud as it should ;)
xox
Ruthie

Greetings fellow Dessert-ers,

On the subject of I lay eggs, therefore I am. As with Phil, I have problems with laying eggs. So going by the statement, therefore I'm not. This worries me and I don't really like to add to my basket of worries (like trying to decide what chocolate to eat, whether or not to drink that 10th can of coke - where by the way, there sees to be a conspiracy against me and coke machines, just ask Phil. He seems to have this coke conspiracy down pat ;)) Also, if I don't lay eggs but I eat them, does this surpass the therefore I am......or am I just a carnivore. Actually, I'm a meatetarian.

Talking about meat, Ritchie are meats generally safe to eat in the UK? Or have the media in Australia overstated the whole 'mad cow' disease. Anyway, either way looks like I'll have to switch over to being a vegetarian when I do the Around Europe trip thingy. *shudders*

Talking about Harry Humpalot, my sister saw the picture of Phil lurving the camel (if you haven't seen it by now, I'll scan it and email it to you guys) and she says "wow! Doesn't Phil look like the sweetest guy?". So there you go Phil, my sister is part of your fan club. Feel honoured. ;)

Rudi, this blog is a totally great idea. I've heard of it but never seen it in action. So thanks for taking the initiative to set this up. I hope to see Sara post soon....

I really should be heading to church now. So have a great Sunday.

xox
Ruthie :)

ps: Some funny articles that tickled my sense of humour....

CALL ME: Tomer Krissi of Ramat Gan, Israel, says he's a recovering Internet addict. One step in his recovery: he changed his name. To .com. "The Internet opened my mind," says .com, 25, who has made the name change legal and even received new identity papers with his new surname. .com says his name makes his web site "my calling card for the whole world." And just how might that help? "Say I meet a girl, and I don't get her number. That could have been a missed opportunity, but now it won't be because she'll always know where to find me." (Reuters)

By the way, if you thought I just cut and paste this from a random site....well, yes. Yes I did. But.....here's proof of Mr .com
check out this link: http://www.thisistrue.com/mrdotcom.html

Also ANOTHER funny story.....I'LL STAND, THANKS: When Wayne Tabor welcomes a salesman into his office, he points them to a chair. Not just any chair, The Chair -- a full- sized replica of an executioner's electric chair, complete with leather bindings and a leather cap fitted with a conduction-enhancing sponge. And the Nashville, Tenn., manufacturer sees lots of salesmen. "Oh, I get all kinds of reactions," Tabor says, especially since a thick cable runs from the chair to his desk. He admits he "gets a chuckle" when people sitting in the chair jump up when he reaches under his desk during interviews. The point? The chair's a joke, he says, but Tabor adds it helps him get better prices from his suppliers. "I call it 'The Price Adjuster'." (The Tennessean)