Welcome to David W. Skinner's personal home page.
Unlike other home pages which have a few cute graphics and no content, this one has much of the content completed but the main page is still unfinished.
You may choose from among the following:
The Sandpile - a book by Barbara Skinner The Autobiography of James H. Skinner Jose Moreno - unjustly imprisoned in Mexico My Sokoban puzzles The Defenestration Zone Awesome chili recipe! Music Jokes My Links
E-mail (home): sasquatch@bentonrea.com
E-mail (work): dskinner@grandview.wednet.edu
-> people will forget what you said... people will forget what you did... but people will never forget how you made them feel.
-> Don't judge people by their relatives, or by the life they were born into.
-> Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
The Tyger
by William BlakeTyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart,
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carrol'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back."And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arm, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Letter to Mrs. Bixby
by Abraham LincolnExecutive Mansion, Washington, November 21, 1864
Mrs. Bixby, Boston, Massachusetts:
Dear Madam:
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours very sincerely and respectfully,
Abraham Lincoln.
What gospel is that?
by Oscar Romero, Archbishop of San Salvador
(assassinated for defending the poor)A church that doesn't provoke any crises,
A gospel that doesn't unsettle,
A word of God that doesn't get under anyone's skin,What gospel is that?
Very nice, pious considerations that don't bother anyone;
That's the way many people would like preaching to be.Those people who avoid every thorny matter
So as not to be harassed,
So as not to have conflicts and difficulties,Do not light up the world they live in.