Badfish740 said:
Before going to the picture, Lemme guess, might it have been taken at a hockey game? The NJ Devils vs. the NY Rangers perchance ???
Dave
Have you seen or heard something you cant explain?
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Before going to the picture, Lemme guess, might it have been taken at a hockey game? The NJ Devils vs. the NY Rangers perchance ???
Dave
bigfootmorf said:
This forum is probably not the appropriate venue for remediation of anyone requiring instruction in the niceties of grammar and vocabulary of the official language of the United States.
If necessary, however, I can recommend several good dictionaries and reference works on contemporary English usage.
Dave (P.P.P.O.B.)*
*"Persnikety, Pompous, Picky Ol' Bastard" (an informal degree conferred upon yours truly- with, I've always hoped, appropriate regard and respect - by numerous graduate and professional students)
Thats persnickety with a "c" Dave, you P.P.P.O.B! Dust off that dictionary you're willing to reference.
uuglypher said:
Awww c'mon yer spoilin my fun!!! :jeffd:
Just kiddin-it is a classic shot of Cam Janssen kicking some Ranger butt though. Of course I'm sure most of you are Flyers fans-the one redeeming quality of North Jersey is that I'm surrounded by my kind of hockey fans...lol
Well, being a believer in the God of the Universe, and in creationism, I see the evidence of God in creation all the time, and feel blessed by it, and feel assurance and hope. I think this forum should be a place where anyone with a particular belief can come without being belittled for their belief. I respect your right to believe in something contrary to my belief, however please do not make it sound like I'm intellectually short-changed when my belief does not agree with yours. Thanks everyone--with that said, I'm out of here!
BobM said:Thats persnickety with a "c" Dave, you P.P.P.O.B! Dust off that dictionary you're willing to reference.
Thanks, Bob,
Damn! I checked the three on my computer desk (never quite trusting the several electronic dictionaries bundled with my several word processors...) as well as Funk & Wagnall's and the 1936 as well as the (oft criticised) 1961 editions of Webster's International, and my unabridged O.E.D. I'm loth (or "loath" - as you wish) to give up easily yet must finally ... admit ... that you are... (Oh God, must I say it?) right ... and ... that... I WAS WRONG!
That "C" I was missing I'll take as my Grade of C for that solecism!
My students, my wives, and my children have, through the years, all taken great delight in repeatedly pointing out the not infrequently evidenced - daily, even - failings of this P.P.P.O.B.
On my wall is a framed parchment bearing, in beautiful calligraphy, the adage: "If you must make mistakes it will be more to your credit to make a new one each time." I long ago acquiesced to accept the former likelihood and yet strive to deserve the credit accruing to one successful at the latter endeavor. Taint easy!
By the way, I also answer to the more informal nickname of "Pppob"
Best t'y'all,
Dave (A.K.A. Pppob)
Furball1 said:
If I may, I'd like to say something. I think the problem here is that this forum really isn't about the paranormal, the edge of science, or what "might" be out there. There is a legends and folklore discussion area, but it's all meant in jest. I think the primary focus here, and Ben or Guy correct me if I'm wrong, is to discover more about what we KNOW definitely exists out there like ghost towns, roads, markers, etc... Also, we're just people who love the pines, love talking about them, and love exploring them. I just think that the reason you're not getting a very receptive response to the bigfoot stuff is because this just isn't the place. I think 99.99% of us talk of the Jersey Devil and whatnot in jest, and just consider it a cool piece of Jerseyana folklore. While all of us love/fear him, we know he doesn't exist.
Hey...what's that noise!? Guys seriously something's outside my window-arrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Badfish,correct me if i am wrong but...
isnt this section called"nature and environment"? If there is a bigfoot or jersey devil or any creature living in the pines,are they not part of"nature and the environment"? I think this an appropriate spot for this subject,as well as the folklore section.I could understand it being a problem if posted in the photography section,or articles for sale section.I am not asking anyone here to believe or not believe,but if there is something out there,and they live in the pines,then this is their home,just like it's home to deer,fox,snakes,etc. You say people talk about some of these subjects in jest,which is true,but some of us do not! Some of us believe in things that are not widely accepted,and we're not telling you what to believe,we respect your right not to believe.But please respect our right to believe.Thankyou
isnt this section called"nature and environment"? If there is a bigfoot or jersey devil or any creature living in the pines,are they not part of"nature and the environment"? I think this an appropriate spot for this subject,as well as the folklore section.I could understand it being a problem if posted in the photography section,or articles for sale section.I am not asking anyone here to believe or not believe,but if there is something out there,and they live in the pines,then this is their home,just like it's home to deer,fox,snakes,etc. You say people talk about some of these subjects in jest,which is true,but some of us do not! Some of us believe in things that are not widely accepted,and we're not telling you what to believe,we respect your right not to believe.But please respect our right to believe.Thankyou
From Rocky Point
No, it's not bigfoot but a story I got from a mountain biker on usenet. Apparently some strange occurances going on in Rocky Point. I've personally never actually seen anything I could not explain, but there is a silence, a spirit of the land I feel whenever I'm in the piney woods. Especially around dark. Perhaps that's why I hear even here on Long Island, people are afraid to drive through the pine barrens at night. All those stores in Riverhead empty out real quick by sunset.
In case you haven't heard, a 69 year old man died on the MTB trail at Rocky
Point this past weekend. He hit an "invisible" bump, went head first over the
handle bars, and broke his neck.
It's a real shot of reality when something like this happens, but the details
of this story bring back a really strange memory that I've never spoken about
before. It took place during my mountain biking days when I'd try to get out
to Rocky Point as often as possible.
For the benefit of those who have never been there, Rocky Point is a 12-mile
loop out on eastern Long Island that experienced bikers find fairly easy, but
very enjoyable anyway for its peacefulness. There are times out there in the
pine barrens that you feel hundreds and hundreds of miles away from
civilization. For a few years, it was my favorite place to ride, although it
was very far from home.
The "strange" memory has to do with a certain part of the trail that, based on
the Newsday article about the recent fatality, is right around where the
gentleman died - about two miles from the end of the loop. In my mountain
biking days, I was a fairly competent rider. Yet, on two different occasions,
I took two very hard and painful falls at precisely the same point in the trail
- literally on the same patch of dirt both times. On both occasions, I
examined the ground thoroughly to see what had caused my fall so I could either
try to repair it or report it to CLIMB, the MTB group that maintains the trail.
Both times, I found NOTHING. No rock, no root, no glass, no nothing. Both
times, I left the trail bleeding. The second time, I sustained a shoulder
injury that hasn't totally healed to this day. In fact, it was that second fall
that was partially responsible for my quitting mountain biking all together.
The other reasons I traded in my fat tires were the rather bizzare incidents
that occured just seconds before each fall at Rocky Point. The first time,
just as I entered this area, a helicopter flew right in front of me, unusually
low, and cut across the path. Distracted and trying to see through the
aircraft's tinted windows, I suddenly found myself airborne and, the next thing
I knew, I was face down in the sand. It all happened in a few seconds - and,
by the time I raised my head, the whirling sound of the copter blades was gone.
Luckily I had a good supply of Band-Aids, because I got pretty badly cut up on
that fall.
It took me more than a year to return to Rocky Point after that, but here's
where the story gets weird. Yes, no exaggeration, I'm coming to the home
stretch of the loop again, approaching the same area where I took my tumble,
and out of nowhere, a guy wearing a bright white cowboy hat cuts right across
the path on an even brighter white horse. The sight is so overwhelming,
so...WHITE that I can't take my eyes off it. Next thing, you guessed it, I'm
lying in the sand again - the exact SAME SAND again, with my left arm throbbing
in pain, my ears ringing from the impact of my helmet smashing against the
ground, and my handlebars twisted almost 360 degrees around. The rider never
even stops to see if I'm OK. In fact, he and the horse disappear as quickly as
the helicopter had a year earlier. I checked the ground again for a bump of
some kind and it is perfectly smooth for several square feet around me. I
haven't been back to Rocky Point ever since.
While I don't doubt the existence of "ghosts" or any other strange phenomena, I
don't go out of my way looking for otherwordly things to happen. My instinct
is usually to explain away "coincidences" like this using every bit of logic I
can muster up. As of this morning, when I read the account of the man's death,
I had pretty much filed these two incidents away and somewhat forgotten about
them. Then, as soon as I read the story and how the fatal fall happened just
about two miles from the end of the loop, it all came back to me. This guy, as
old as he was, was an experienced biker and outdoorsman - out with his wife for
a leisurely ride through Rocky Point. He wasn't tearing up the dirt or flying
over mole hills. A "bump" just came out of nowhere and sent him flying to his
death. I couldn't help but wonder if it happened on the same patch of dirt -
and I couldn't wait to hear if anybody else had had similar experiences at that
part of the trail.
I suddenly want to go back to Rocky Point to see where the man fell. And I
want to talk to his wife to find out if there had been any "distraction" in the
seconds before it happened. But damn, I'm spooked out now...
No, it's not bigfoot but a story I got from a mountain biker on usenet. Apparently some strange occurances going on in Rocky Point. I've personally never actually seen anything I could not explain, but there is a silence, a spirit of the land I feel whenever I'm in the piney woods. Especially around dark. Perhaps that's why I hear even here on Long Island, people are afraid to drive through the pine barrens at night. All those stores in Riverhead empty out real quick by sunset.
In case you haven't heard, a 69 year old man died on the MTB trail at Rocky
Point this past weekend. He hit an "invisible" bump, went head first over the
handle bars, and broke his neck.
It's a real shot of reality when something like this happens, but the details
of this story bring back a really strange memory that I've never spoken about
before. It took place during my mountain biking days when I'd try to get out
to Rocky Point as often as possible.
For the benefit of those who have never been there, Rocky Point is a 12-mile
loop out on eastern Long Island that experienced bikers find fairly easy, but
very enjoyable anyway for its peacefulness. There are times out there in the
pine barrens that you feel hundreds and hundreds of miles away from
civilization. For a few years, it was my favorite place to ride, although it
was very far from home.
The "strange" memory has to do with a certain part of the trail that, based on
the Newsday article about the recent fatality, is right around where the
gentleman died - about two miles from the end of the loop. In my mountain
biking days, I was a fairly competent rider. Yet, on two different occasions,
I took two very hard and painful falls at precisely the same point in the trail
- literally on the same patch of dirt both times. On both occasions, I
examined the ground thoroughly to see what had caused my fall so I could either
try to repair it or report it to CLIMB, the MTB group that maintains the trail.
Both times, I found NOTHING. No rock, no root, no glass, no nothing. Both
times, I left the trail bleeding. The second time, I sustained a shoulder
injury that hasn't totally healed to this day. In fact, it was that second fall
that was partially responsible for my quitting mountain biking all together.
The other reasons I traded in my fat tires were the rather bizzare incidents
that occured just seconds before each fall at Rocky Point. The first time,
just as I entered this area, a helicopter flew right in front of me, unusually
low, and cut across the path. Distracted and trying to see through the
aircraft's tinted windows, I suddenly found myself airborne and, the next thing
I knew, I was face down in the sand. It all happened in a few seconds - and,
by the time I raised my head, the whirling sound of the copter blades was gone.
Luckily I had a good supply of Band-Aids, because I got pretty badly cut up on
that fall.
It took me more than a year to return to Rocky Point after that, but here's
where the story gets weird. Yes, no exaggeration, I'm coming to the home
stretch of the loop again, approaching the same area where I took my tumble,
and out of nowhere, a guy wearing a bright white cowboy hat cuts right across
the path on an even brighter white horse. The sight is so overwhelming,
so...WHITE that I can't take my eyes off it. Next thing, you guessed it, I'm
lying in the sand again - the exact SAME SAND again, with my left arm throbbing
in pain, my ears ringing from the impact of my helmet smashing against the
ground, and my handlebars twisted almost 360 degrees around. The rider never
even stops to see if I'm OK. In fact, he and the horse disappear as quickly as
the helicopter had a year earlier. I checked the ground again for a bump of
some kind and it is perfectly smooth for several square feet around me. I
haven't been back to Rocky Point ever since.
While I don't doubt the existence of "ghosts" or any other strange phenomena, I
don't go out of my way looking for otherwordly things to happen. My instinct
is usually to explain away "coincidences" like this using every bit of logic I
can muster up. As of this morning, when I read the account of the man's death,
I had pretty much filed these two incidents away and somewhat forgotten about
them. Then, as soon as I read the story and how the fatal fall happened just
about two miles from the end of the loop, it all came back to me. This guy, as
old as he was, was an experienced biker and outdoorsman - out with his wife for
a leisurely ride through Rocky Point. He wasn't tearing up the dirt or flying
over mole hills. A "bump" just came out of nowhere and sent him flying to his
death. I couldn't help but wonder if it happened on the same patch of dirt -
and I couldn't wait to hear if anybody else had had similar experiences at that
part of the trail.
I suddenly want to go back to Rocky Point to see where the man fell. And I
want to talk to his wife to find out if there had been any "distraction" in the
seconds before it happened. But damn, I'm spooked out now...
Long island piney....
I dont know if you could find a more spookier place in the USA to drive through at night than the pines! It's dark and desolate,and God forbid,you breakdown,because in many areas in the pines,you have no cell phone svc. Scary!!!!
I dont know if you could find a more spookier place in the USA to drive through at night than the pines! It's dark and desolate,and God forbid,you breakdown,because in many areas in the pines,you have no cell phone svc. Scary!!!!
bigfootmorf said:
I can imagine a bunch of city girls driving around in the pines at night trying to get back to the city from the Hamptons and their big fancy Hummer runs out of gas. Their cell phones don't work, they walk around the vehicle on the sandy shoulder where pines reach out and then there's rusting in the woods....
It could be a deer or....
Furball1 said:
Rest assured,Furball, that I, too, see God (of which God I am, by the bye, in consummate and sublime awe and take as a source of assurance, hope, and inspiration) throughout all metaphoric Creation, just likely not the God you see, and certainly not the anthropomorphic God of Judeo-Christian scripture. I'm active in my church, edit the church newsletter, and consciously take time - or times - daily to think on God and ponder God's works. I do not belittle belief nor those who believe in that which I do not. I do, however, strongly object to attempted substitution of tenets of faith or irrational fantasy for rational thought, objectively discernible evidence, and testing of any hypothesis by the scientific method using rigorous inductive and/or deductive reasoning. And I will belittle, denegrate, and inveigh against such attempts to the very best of my ability.
To deny reason is, in my opinion, the ultimate blasphemy; it denegrates the awesome significance of the basic processes and laws of the Cosmos that have resulted ( in our little corner of the Cosmos, at least, and in our own presently attained stage of evolution) in God's greatest gift to any sentient species - the development of the capacity for rational and abstract thought and the communication of same. The very idea that a God who would imbue mankind with a reasoning mind and would then "divinely inspire" the writing of scripture of such obfuscatory and internally conflicted nature that uncritical "belief" and "faith" are required for its acceptance as truth is, in my opinion, clear evidence that that construct of God is invalid. I've no quarrel with those who believe in that God "religiously" until they attempt to impose those beliefs upon, and require acceptance of those belief by non co-religionists.
It's one thing for a religion to require that its consenting adherants hang their reason on a hook at the temple or church door; it's quite another when said religion attempts to impose its tenets upon secular education and further, to insinuate its beliefs into the processes of rationality and science and to attempt to use the political process to those same ends.
If I've been unclear or wishy-washy in stating my opinions, I apologize and stand more than willing to pursue the matter further with you.
Best regards,
Dave
I think I would be more worried about a hunk of cheese attacking me in the woods than the thought of their being bigfoot or the JD.
It's like I say to Ben I believe more in the Ongs hat conspiracy than that nonsense.
tg
It's like I say to Ben I believe more in the Ongs hat conspiracy than that nonsense.
tg
Said religion started education in this country and the population was more literate as a percentage than it is now hundreds a years after the all mighty government took charge. Lets not forget for instance that a Catholic Priest for founded the Big Bang theory. Religion and science do not always have to oppose each other.
Ron
Ron
BobM said:Damn Dave, you'd make a lousy Republican. Thank God, right?
Why Bob; that's just about the nicest thing anyone has said to me in just ever-so-long!
Best t'ye, buddy,
Dave
Lorun said:
Thanks, Ron,
Several good points! I'm always amazed to read the letters home from soldiers in the Civil War, many of whom had no more than an eighth grade education. Most of their letters would earn an "A+" in any college English Composition class today. If graded on a curve they'd be the "curve breakers'!
And as for religion and science continually butting heads, I agree that it need not be so and that at various times in history it has not uniformly been that way. There have always been a few scientific hypotheses with which one religion or another has taken exception. It's only a relatively recent development in the good ol' U.S. of A. that evangelical fundamentalist Christians have begun to flex their collective musculature in attempts to impose certain common tenets of their denominations upon various secular aspects of our society.
Once again; the validity of scientific theories are not determined by the number of "believers" therein, but by the preponderant weight of objective evidence ( of which a corollary is absolute lack of reliance on supernatural intervention) in support thereof.
Please don't feel that I claim that a religious person is incapable of scientific reasoning. Not only would that be self-abnegation, but indeed, a distinct majority of the scientists with whom I've collaborated in a research and teaching career of almost 40 years have been, as I am, openly and professingly religious. And each of us has been at a loss to explain why some religious folk are incapable of discerning the difference between that which needs be taught in Sunday School and Schul from the substance of the curriculum of the secular classroom.
The benefits and fruits of religion and of science must not be permitted to be viewed as mutually exclusive.
Best,
Dave
