Objective24"The objective of the Defense Department was clear to me from the start: To defend the nation at minimal risk and minimal cost, and, whenever we got into combat, with minimal loss of life." McNamara’s In Retrospect. The second part of objectives is that they must be measurable. One of my fatal mistakes in writing curriculum.
Objectives329"Such a general formulation of our objectives is not sufficient [re Clinton’s: 'Our overriding purpose must be to expand and strengthen the world’s community of market-based democracies']." McNamara’s In Retrospect. Levels of objectives. Frombroad to memorable stimulus for action.From"...expand community of market-based democracies" to "convert Vietnam to a market-based democracy."
November303November. "Cattails hold high their brown candles...." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November311November. "We think of it as the silence, the winter silence; but it really isn’t silent at all...merely...quiet...distinction between silence and quiet makes all the difference...this is the quiet of the year, not the silence." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November312November. "...the oak leaves are leathery in texture and color...." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November318"Sunset, twilight, dusk, darkness, all by six on a mid-November evening, late autumn’s summary of serenity." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November320"...November owls make memorable nights...aren’t frightening, but they make one appreciate having a roof and a door." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November301 " The owls are the voices of November nights...a chilly sound, a dark and frosty sound that hints of ice and snow...a fireside sound, one that goes with wood smoke and sheltered evenings." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November301November." ...winds that rattle the latch." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November302"November brings long, chill nights of glittering stars and restless, whispery leaves." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November302November. "...a world reduced to elemental patterns." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November303November. "On the twigs where the skittering leaves were live and green in June and July, buds are already set and visible, promise of next April and May and green again." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
November304"Beaver Moon…by November’s time of full moon the beavers, wise in the ways of the seasons, were ready for winter…dams were sound, their ponds were full, their houses snug and well supplied with food; and any countryman with half the sense of a beaver had his own establishment similarly prepared." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November311"There is no chorus of birdsong…no scratch, rattle or buzz of insects…chittery chipmunk has finished his hoarding and settled down to quiet sleep…chattery squirrels go about their treetop business without challenge or palaver…the winter crows hold no conventions, are content to announce their presence…doesn’t add up to silence, but after the sounds of summer and early autumn, it certainly is quiet…that this is the quiet of the year, not the silence." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November315"Nobody likes a winter snowstorm in mid-November; nobody likes the weatherman for permitting it." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November315"…the leaf-crisp evening of the year." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November300"November is simply that interval between colorful October and dark December." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
Nostalgia534"This couple rode in an old fashioned square sleigh, which had served them twenty winters, and stood twenty summers in the sun, beside their door." Hawthorne: "Peter Goldthwaite's Treasure"
Nostalgia323"As I went back alone over that familiar road, I could almost believe that a boy and girl ran along beside me, as our shadows used to do, laughing and whispering to each other in the grass." Cather, My Ántonia
Noon and Midnight512"Now comes the noon-tide hour—of all the hours, nearest akin to midnight; for each has its own calmness and repose." Hawthorne:"The Toll-Gatherer's Day: A Sketch of Transitory Life”