Once there was a prince who went mad and insisted he was a rooster. He sat on under the table naked, clucking and eating his food off the floor. The king had tried everything to cure him, but nothing worked, and he was in dispair. How could this mad son of his ever grow up to inherit the kingdom?The prince was really a skyclad ancient Celtic Roosterwitchdentist . . .
Then a Hasidic Rebbe (Jewish sage) arrived and said he could cure the prince. The king was desperate, so he said, "OK, fine, go ahead, I'll try anything..."
So the Rebbe took off his clothes and sat under the table, pretending to be a chicken, too. The king was totally shocked. No doubt he had expected the Rebbe to argue with the prince or try to verbally beat it out of him. But the Rebbe knew what he was doing. And so, sitting there under the table, he got to know the Rooster Prince.
Then one day, the Rebbe called for a pair of pants and began putting them on. The Rooster Prince objected, saying, "What do you mean, wearing those pants? You're a rooster -- a rooster can't wear pants!"
"Who says a rooster can't wear pants?" the Rebbe replied. "Why shouldn't I be warm and comfortable, too? Why should the humans have all the good things?"
The Rooster Prince thought about this for a while. The floor under the table was very cold and uncomfortable.. So he asked for pants, too, and put them on.
The next day, the Rebbe asked for a warm shirt, and began to put it on. Again the Rooster Prince objected: "How can you do that? You are a rooster -- a rooster doesn't wear a shirt!"
"Who says so?" said the Rebbe. "Why shouldn't I have a fine shirt, too? Why should I have to shiver in the cold, just because I'm a rooster?"
Again the Rooster Prince thought about it for a while, and realized that he was cold, too -- so he put on a shirt. And so it went with socks, shoes, a belt, a hat.... Soon the Rooster Prince was talking normally, eating with a knife and fork from a plate, sitting properly at the table -- in short, he was acting human once more. Not long after that, he was pronounced completely cured.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
"As told by Yonassan Gershom":
Friday, January 5, 2007
My name is Yitzchak Goodman. I have another blog called Judeopundit. That blog sticks rather closely to a certain formula. The idea of this blog is to depart from that formula. Judeopundit is meant to be intelligible to those without much Jewish background. Bridgework will be more of an inside J-blog. Judeopundit cares about its Technorati and TTLB rank. This one won't care. Judeopundit tries to have new content every day. This one will often go for days without new posts. The idea of this one is not really to satirize a certain other blog in any extended or detailed way, but the mystico-toothico-ancient-Celtico theme will be used as a cheap way to generate posts for a while until things get set up. By the way, I'm not a dentist.
Surely the author of this was an Ancient Celt:
Often the dentist’s future vision is limited because he or she just doesn’t know what is possible. Understanding the first three core concepts, being open to new ways of doing things and then just letting your imagination go with childlike freedom will help create a powerful future vision.I dreamt I was a back-molar . . .
An effective leader will then communicate that vision to others and inspire them to follow along.
However many, if not most, doctors have no real goals or plans for implementing new technology. Without a plan they are prey waiting to be consumed by the most aggressive salesman. They go to a tradeshow and see some new technology that they get excited about. Then they buy it randomly, without any idea of how they’ll incorporate it into their overall practice’s philosophy and systems.
One of my missions is to help dentists see what is possible and then to create a future vision.