From: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org (loud-fans-digest) To: loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Subject: loud-fans-digest V10 #129 Reply-To: loud-fans@smoe.org Sender: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk loud-fans-digest Friday, March 22 2013 Volume 10 : Number 129 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [loud-fans] The "Hunger Site" is now the "Greater Good"... [Andrew Hamlin] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2013 12:00:22 -0700 From: Andrew Hamlin Subject: [loud-fans] The "Hunger Site" is now the "Greater Good"... Once or year or so, I like to direct folks' attention to a fine online charity, the "Great Good" series of sites, which you might know better as the "Hunger Site" series of sites. Yes, you actually can donate to worthy causes simply by clicking; try "Hunger Site" at snopes.com for verification: http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/charity/hungersite.asp I am not, in all honesty, a big fan of the updated interface, but that doesn't affect the cause-worthiness. Please take a few moments of your oneline time to click through: http://greatergood.com/ Greater good deed for the day, Andy "Evening Solace" by Charlotte Bronte The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;-- The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, The memory of the Past may die. But there are hours of lonely musing, Such as in evening silence come, When, soft as birds their pinions closing, The heart's best feelings gather home. Then in our souls there seems to languish A tender grief that is not woe; And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish Now cause but some mild tears to flow. And feelings, once as strong as passions, Float softly back--a faded dream; Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations, The tale of others' sufferings seem. Oh! when the heart is freshly bleeding, How longs it for that time to be, When, through the mist of years receding, Its woes but live in reverie! And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer, On evening shade and loneliness; And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer, Feel no untold and strange distress-- Only a deeper impulse given By lonely hour and darkened room, To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven Seeking a life and world to come. ------------------------------ End of loud-fans-digest V10 #129 ********************************