1) How many times per second does a mosquito beat its wings?
2) If the angles of a pentagon are equal, what are they - in
degrees?
3) How many quarts of milk does it take to make one pound of
butter?
4) Where in a wine shop will you find coiffes?
5) What are the five most frequently consumed fruits in the
United States?
6) Where does the Barbie Doll get its name?
7) In 1937, the grocery business was revolutionized by Sylvan
Goldman's simple invention. What was it?
8) In what country is the most remote weather station located?
9) What is the largest living invertebrate?
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1) How many times per second does a mosquito beat its wings?
- up to 600
2) If the angles of a pentagon are equal, what are they - in
degrees?
- 108 degrees. Such a pentagon is called a regular pentagon.
3) How many quarts of milk does it take to make one pound of
butter?
- Almost 10 - 9.86 to be exact.
4) Where in a wine shop will you find coiffes?
- On champagne bottles. The coiffe is the metal wire contraption
that holds the champagne cork in place.
5) What are the five most frequently consumed fruits in the
United States?
- The bananas, apples, watermelon, orange and cantelope - in order
of their greatest consumption, according to the Food and Drug
Administration.
6) Where does the Barbie Doll get its name?
- It was named after Barbara Handler, the daughter of its designer
Ruth Handler.
7) In 1937, the grocery business was revolutionized by Sylvan
Goldman's simple invention. What was it?
- the shopping cart.
8) In what country is the most remote weather station located?
- In Canada. Its Eureka weather station is 600 miles from the
North Pole.
9) What is the largest living invertebrate?
- The giant squid, which achieves a length of more then 60 ft -
tentacles included.
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Born July 4, 1804
Renowned Author. He was a descendent of prominent early New
England settlers. His father, also Nathaniel, was a sea
captain and descendent of John Hawthorne, one of the judges
in the Salem witchcraft trials of 1692. He died when the
young Nathaniel was four year old. Hawthorne grew up in
seclusion with his widowed mother Elizabeth - and for the
rest of her life they relied on each other for emotional
solace. His most famous work was "The Scarlet Letter,"
published in 1850. His other novels were, "Fanshawe," "The
House of the Seven Gables," "The Blithedale Romance," and
"The Marble Faun." His short stories include, "Twice-Told
Tales," "Mosses From An Old Manse," and "Tanglewood Tales."
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People you do not want to hear say "OOPS!"
Your surgeon.
Your dentist.
Your nurse.
Your hairdresser.
Your mechanic.
Your gardener.
Your tax accountant.
The computer tech person.
The house painter.
The pilot.
The crew installing your roof, siding, sprinkler system . . .
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"It is marvelous to consider the amount of information we carry about in our
heads. Think for a minute about all of the numbers you have by memory:
phone numbers, birthdays and ID numbers, zip codes, appointment times and
so forth. Among our many numbers are some so inscribed in our minds with
permanent marker that we could not forget the number anymore than we could
forget the person or thing they represent. The significance moves well
beyond the boldfaced digits themselves—the birth of a child, the death of
a loved one, the street number of the house you grew up in, the number of
times you failed before you finally passed the test.
A friend remembered recently the kind of number that is quite natural for
most people to forget about, even as it is one that quietly holds for me
more than I can put into words. But like the number itself, her
remembering was more than a recollection of detail. It was distinctly as
if she remembered me.
In the days of Mordecai and Queen Esther the people set themselves to
remember the days when they received relief from their enemies, the month
that had been turned "from sorrow into gladness and from mourning into a
holiday" (see Esther 9). And so it was determined: "These days of Purim
should never cease to be celebrated by the Jews, nor should the memory of
them die out among their descendants" (Esther 9:28). The days were
weighted with enough hope to press upon them the need to remember them
forever. Moreover, they saw the certain possibility that they might
forget.
I suppose there are moments in our lives when we realize that we are
beholding the carving of a day into the great tree of history. On the
night before my wedding I scribbled anxiously in my journal, "It will
never be this day again, but the seventeenth of every August will never be
the same either." I knew from that day forward it would be difficult (and
detrimental) to forget that day on the calendar—it would carry the force
of forgetting so much more.
God told the Israelites that they would remember the night of Passover
before the night even happened. "This day shall be for you a memorial
day, and you shall keep it as a feast to the LORD; throughout your
generations, as a statute forever, you shall keep it as a feast" (Exodus
12:14). Moses and Aaron were given instructions to tell the whole
community of Israel to choose a lamb without defect, slaughtering it at
twilight. Then they were to take some of the blood and put it on the
doorposts of the houses. "The blood will be a sign," the LORD declared.
"And when I see the blood, I will pass over you. No destructive plague
will touch you when I strike the firstborns of Egypt."
Celebrating the Passover was nonnegotiable, and with good reason. It was
a command passed down from generation to generation: "Remember this day
as a statute forever." But just as we remember more than the wedding itself
on an anniversary or the act of birth on a child's birthday, the Israelites were
remembering more than the events of Israel's exodus from Egypt; they were
remembering God Himself—the faithful hand that moved and moves among
them, the mighty acts that shout of God's timely remembering of his people.
As the disciples sat around the table celebrating their third Passover
meal with Jesus, an observance they kept before they could walk,
everything probably looked ceremoniously familiar. The smell of lamb
filled the upper room; the unleavened bread was prepared and waiting
to be broken. Remembering again the acts of God in Egypt, the blood on
the doorposts, the lives spared and brought out of slavery, they looked
at their teacher as he lifted the bread from the table and gave thanks to
God. Then Jesus broke the bread, and gave it to them, saying something
entirely new. "This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of
me."
I have always wished that Luke would have described a little more of the
scene that followed. Did a hush immediate fall over the room? Were
the disciples once again confused at his words? Or did their years of
envisioning the blood-marked doorposts cry out at the Lamb without
defect before them?
They had spent their entire lives remembering the sovereignty of God in
the events of the Passover and then Jesus tells them that there is yet
more to see in this day on the calendar. "In this Passover lamb, in this
the broken bread is the reflection of me. As you remember God in history,
so remember me. For on this day God is engraving across all of time the
promise of Passover: I still remember you."
From that day forward the disciples knew it would be difficult to forget
that day on the calendar. May we also be wary of missing all that weights
that moment with hope. For indeed, to forget what was witnessed in the
upper room on that Passover in history carries the force of forgetting so
much more. Jill Carattini
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