Відео

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off-then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs-commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?-Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster- tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand-miles of them-leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues,- north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither? Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries-stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever. Edit: I love these yapping comments, keep them coming But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd’s head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd’s eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies-what is the one charm wanting?-Water-there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it? Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all. Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea whenever I begin to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over conscious of my lungs, I do not mean to have it inferred that I ever go to sea as a passenger. For to go as a passenger you must needs have a purse, and a purse is but a rag unless you have something in it. Besides, passengers get sea-sick-grow quarrelsome-don’t sleep of nights-do not enjoy themselves much, as a general thing;-no, I never go as a passenger; nor, though I am something of a salt, do I ever go to sea as a Commodore, or a Captain, or a Cook. I abandon the glory and distinction of such offices to those who like them. For my part, I abominate all honorable respectable toils, trials, and tribulations of every kind whatsoever. It is quite as much as I can do to take care of myself, without taking care of ships, barques, brigs, schooners, and what not. And as for going as cook,-though I confess there is considerable glory in that, a cook being a sort of officer on ship-board-yet, somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls;-though once broiled, judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of a broiled fowl than I will. It is out of the idolatrous dotings of the old Egyptians upon broiled ibis and roasted river horse, that you see the mummies of those creatures in their huge bake-houses the pyramids. No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor, right before the mast, plumb down into the forecastle, aloft there to the royal mast-head. True, they rather order me about some, and make me jump from spar to spar, like a grasshopper in a May meadow. And at first, this sort of thing is unpleasant enough. It touches one’s sense of honor, particularly if you come of an old established family in the land, the Van Rensselaers, or Randolphs, or Hardicanutes. And more than all, if just previous to putting your hand into the tar-pot, you have been lording it as a country schoolmaster, making the tallest boys stand in awe of you. The transition is a keen one, I assure you, from a schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires a strong decoction of Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear it. But even this wears off in time. What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks? What does that indignity amount to, weighed, I mean, in the scales of the New Testament? Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the less of me, because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance? Who ain’t a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about-however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way-either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other’s shoulder-blades, and be content. Again, I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I ever heard of. On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay. And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But being paid,-what will compare with it? The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition! Finally, I always go to sea as a sailor, because of the wholesome exercise and pure air of the fore-castle deck. For as in this world, head winds are far more prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate the Pythagorean maxim), so for the most part the Commodore on the quarter-deck gets his atmosphere at second hand from the sailors on the forecastle. He thinks he breathes it first; but not so. In much the same way do the commonalty lead their leaders in many other things, at the same time that the leaders little suspect it.

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샨티 샨티 카레카레야

남쌤 목소리는 참 좋습니다❤

이야

*복구시킨 작자 요깄습니다... 찾느라 약 1년 조금 못되게 뼈우사지도록 고생해써요..........ㅜㅠ*

본편은 언제 올라올까요? 🥲 매일 매일 x 2 기다린다구요

와… 신입생 친구들이라니!! 환영함다 영상 늘 기다려요, 자주 올려주세용 ❤

샨티의 추억은 방울방울 🥹 울 (다 큰) 애기들 졸업 축하해!

관호야ㅜㅠ 왜 연주도중에 코를...

잔나비 할때 왜 진성으로..

*Click! 타임라인* 00:26 *성목이의 피아노 자작곡 연주* 04:31 *유민이의 통기타 폰서트 커버 연주* 07:42 *현서와 성목이의 바이올린 캐논 커버 연주* 11:28 *중등반 기악부 스물다섯 스물하나 무대* 14:59 *Young Nerds 잘 부탁 드립니다 무대* 18:55 *Young Nerds 고백 무대* 22:44 *Young Nerds 밤이 깊었네 무대 (앙코르곡)* 28:26 *쿠키 영상*

첫 곡 제목이 Pink Sweat$의 Honesty 인데,,,

오~~내 아들 나온당~^^♡

킬링 뽀인트 00:30 L.O.V...E 16:09 이서진 군의 노래 16:40 이민석 군의 노래 17:21 마이크 뺏은 권기수 군의 노래

클릭~!! 바로 시청 00:14 풍물 06:14 책쓰기 발표 18:17 클라리넷 연주 24:23 총 프로젝트 발표 35:55 영어 시험반 발표 41:29 쿠키영상

🎶 클릭! 바로 듣기 🎵 🎸 합주 팀 🎹 00:07 별일없이 산다 - 장기하와 얼굴들 03:42 밤이 깊었네 - 크라잉넛 🥁 6 BAND 🎙 11:25 시작 - 가호 14:41 단발머리 - 데이 브레이크 18:41 고백 - 델리스파이스 🎼 재6밴드 🎛 22:33 Butterfly - 러브홀릭스 26:26 각자의 밤 - 나상현씨 밴드 🍪 스패셜 쿠키영상 🍪 30:07 쿠키영상 01 31:18 쿠키영상 02

소리를 키워 보시면 아이들의 대사 목소리가 잘 들린답니다~!!

ㅋㅋ 넘 재밌게 보고 갑니다~^^

이런 훌륭한 동영상이 있었네요~^^ 저는 샨티 2년차 맘인데 정말 여기 등장하신 분들의 아이들 한 명 한 명을 1년동안 보아왔는데 졸업 즈음의 모습은...그 변화 성장은...감동! 그 자체였습니다~ 제 아이도 샨티에서 저 모습으로 성장하겠구나! 확신하게 되었습니다 ~^^♡

난... 안구가 건조할때마다... 이영상을본다...

안녕하세요. 2022 샨티학교 울진봉사 참여했던 정유찬이에요. 영상 재미있게 봤습니다. 영상을 보니 그때 재밌었던 기억이 떠올라서 좋았습니다. 제가 참가할 수 있도록 해주신 모든 분들께 감사드립니다

궂은 날씨에도 불구하고 보람찬 나눔을 다녀오셨네요!!

울 아들이닷!

샨티 식구들이 울진에서 한 봉사활동 모습을 보며 여러감정을 느끼게 되네요. 산불(인재)로 인한 생명과 자연의 피해를 보며 안타까움과 또 그속에서 듬직하게 제 몫을 하는 샨티 식구들을 보는 뿌듯함! "인서야 가자!" 샨티 유행어

05:40 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ티피컬 인서

이준석님께는 두배로 감사하다는 뜻으로…

재편집해서 감독판으로 재개봉하고 싶습니다

마스터피스네요 잘보고 갑니다

*클릭! 바로 듣기* 00:17 *Honesty - Pink Sweat$* 01:54 *긴 꿈 - 새소년* 06:07 *Love Ya! - 혁오* 10:05 *Celebration - NO:EL (Ft. Jhnovr)* 12:22 *Tomboy - 혁오* 16:12 *Lost Stars - Adam Levine* 20:34 *목요일 밤 - 어반자카파 (Ft. 빈지노)* 24:02 *주저하는 연인들을 위해 - 잔나비* 28:33 *RIDE - twenty one pilots* 32:28 *난춘 - 새소년* 36:18 *멋진헛간 - 오대천욍* 40:17 *Piano - 제이문 (Ft. iHwak)* 43:14 *남아 - 코스믹 보이 (Ft. Thama, SOLE, 김승민)* 46:08 *I think I'm Okay - Machine Gun Kelly, YUNGBLUD, Travis Barker* 49:00 *파도 - 새소년* 53:43 *덩 - 새소년* 57:20 *사랑이 잘 - 아이유 X 오혁* 1:00:39 *Surf Boy - 혁오* 1:04:52 *사라진 모든 것 들에게 - 코드 쿤스트, 사이먼 도미닉, 최정훈* 1:07:52 *All i want for Christmas - Mariah Carey* (중간부분 부터 자료 문제로 없음,,) 1:10:50 *Graduation - 혁오* 1:14:42 *졸업 - 브로콜리너마저*

머싯다~~~!!🙀👍🏻

서진의 편집력 돋보임...

서진이 이너뷰 쵝오~!

드뎌 개봉박두~~~멋지다

반가운 분들이 한 가득~~~!!!! 방대표님, 한교수님, 서지니형, 어머님들까지...!!

하 ㅠㅠ 책 쓰는데 보다가 현타오네

이랬던 곳이... ㅠㅠ R.I.P

몇년이 지난 지금도 보면서 이를 악물고 보는 맘은 무엇일까요.........그래도 당신들을 사랑합니다~!!!!^^

Surf boy 짱... 저도 베이스 열심히 열심히 배워서 밴드 하는게 꿈이에요 넘 머싯어요❤️❤️

질문있어요. 중간에 얼굴 그림을 왜 바꾸었나요?^^

다은이 얼굴 그림이 실물과 너무 똑닮아 깜놀했음. 긍정, 반복, 열의, 외우기를 통해 기타 마스터의 꿈을 키워가는 다은이를 응원합니다.^^.

푸하하. 재밌고 유익한 영상^^

4:50 남쌤 팬T

guitar뒤에 r이 아닌 l을 한 건 조크랍니다~><

guital 이 아니라 guitar인데....ㅠㅠ

모든 촬영은 제가 맡았고, 편집은 경범이가 했습니다. :) + 혜화동에서 촬영했을때, 강한 바람소리로 인해 사람 목소리가 잘 안들린게 아쉽네요ㅜㅠ

에바쎄바 귀여워 끄아아아아아아앙 호아아아아아앙 흐라라라아라라라랑 띠아아아아아아아앙

그렇게 어려운 사자성어를 이렇게 쉽게 영상으로 알려주다니~~~ 샨티5학년 짱!!!

도전~~~~ 나도 할수있을까? 다은이가 알려줬어 나도 기타에 도전합니다!!!