I am not OK with destroying people. Especially over things that in the grand scheme probably mean jack shit. I shouldn't have said that b/c it wasn't true. I wanted to pretend I didn't give a shit. And honestly, to an extent I don't. But humans deserve to not be treated like shit by other people, they can get plenty of that elsewhere. So I'll simmer down and be a better person to somebody who just wanted to be a person.
I thought I was good at helping people. And maybe I am. But I can't fix things or people, simply b/c it's not my place. When I said I was a good listener I meant it, but I forgot what that actually entailed. Most of the time, "listening" actually meant relating. We like to hear other people put words to our identical thoughts (I spent over 3 hours doing just that with Dan-sturbia and Kyle, and it was one of the more satisfying conversations I've had recently). That's not always the case though, and I lost sight of that (or maybe I never knew). That at least in part explains a horribly failed email.
if we appreciate the truths before us, we can understand
the Truth
that exists beyond us:behind us:
because of us.
spirituality is as physical as it is spiritual. God is the pleasure
of living, He is the satisfaction you will derive from
understanding how precious this is.
how special this is. can't you see His people?
the people who share theirs when yours is lost.
the people who care when you are hurt, who
are sad because you are sad.
beautiful in all her forms
appreciation and euphoria are the only just rewards;
truest rapture is reciprocity.
the voices of angels will light the shadows of dusk
with dawn's brilliance; when we love physically and spiritually
and completely,
and unashamedly, we will know their voices. and through them,
we will know God.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
"the wind helped me remember"
So lately I haven't been writing much. Partially because I've been doing a lot of other things. But also because I had trouble writing for a bit. I had been telling myself that it was because words suck, but I'm starting to think it was more than that...
I should start walking places by myself more often. It's so easy to get caught up in everything that's happening in college that you forget to just think. I keep finding myself realizing that I haven't thought anything just for the sake of thought, and that's disconcerting. When I'm by myself I can zone out, think about nothing with a dash of everything . And I think that's important to my sanity.
I was on my way to Oakhurst to watch Lost, only wearing sweats, my red zip-up and flippy-floppies. The wind was blowing hard, but I didn't mind. For some reason it reminded me I was a person. I wouldn't say it was cathartic, but it was interesting nonetheless.
I was gonna tell people that instead of blogging the past few days, I had been writing things for myself. That's not true. With the exception of a failed email, I haven't written anything. I certainly had been thinking a lot, but not writing. Putting the thoughts on paper would've been more like drawing than writing though; I only know so many words for circle.
I should start walking places by myself more often. It's so easy to get caught up in everything that's happening in college that you forget to just think. I keep finding myself realizing that I haven't thought anything just for the sake of thought, and that's disconcerting. When I'm by myself I can zone out, think about nothing with a dash of everything . And I think that's important to my sanity.
I was on my way to Oakhurst to watch Lost, only wearing sweats, my red zip-up and flippy-floppies. The wind was blowing hard, but I didn't mind. For some reason it reminded me I was a person. I wouldn't say it was cathartic, but it was interesting nonetheless.
I was gonna tell people that instead of blogging the past few days, I had been writing things for myself. That's not true. With the exception of a failed email, I haven't written anything. I certainly had been thinking a lot, but not writing. Putting the thoughts on paper would've been more like drawing than writing though; I only know so many words for circle.
Friday, February 13, 2009
To Do Lists
Yetser-Yesterday's to do list:
-Wake balks in time for class
-Convince teacher to let me live my life
-Call mom
-Take nap
-Do Laundry
-Do Psych
-Pretend likeI keep my room cleaner than I actually do
-Talk to Molly
-Receive e-mail
-*Put foot in mouth*
-Castle
Yesterday's:
-Wake balks
-Class
-Laundry I didn't do yesterday
-Set-up for party
-Foodz
-Oakhurst
-Boats 'N Ho's
-Got to have me my boats 'n ho's
-Oakhurst round two
-Dansturbia bonding
-Sleeping in Firezer's bed
Today
-Wake balks absurdly early (hence why i'm up at 8:15)
-Go balks to Theta Chi and clean
-Come balks to dorm and go balks to sleep
-Wake balks
-Roam around the dorm with child-like anticipatory glee
-OHHHH MAAAAAAAN
-Little John's with Moll-skee, Jagabombz and Jagabomblet
-Rugby House (potential Oakhurst visit)
-Lay entwined, undiscovered
-Make plans
-Share fears
-Mesh smiles
-Become an us
So that's why...
Article reprinted below for educational purposes.
(I've always wanted to say that)
Last week, I enlisted Slate readers to help divine how Facebook's "25 Random Things About Me" trend got started. More than 3,000 of you responded, answering queries on when you first saw a "25 Things" note, when you were first tagged, and when (if ever) you wrote your own note. On one level, the survey was a failure: I had hoped to find the trend's Patient Zero, but there's likely no single person who conceived of this scheme. But the absence of a singular "25 Things" creator reveals something much more interesting: Facebook organisms are not created by intelligent design. They evolve.
The idea that culture spreads in biological ways has been around for a while. Richard Dawkins coined the term meme in 1976's The Selfish Gene to describe how ideas propagate according to evolutionary principles of mutation and selection. A quantitative study of the "25 Things" letter seems to ratify that.
As many readers noted in our survey, "25 Things" wasn't always "25 Things." Late last fall, a chain letter titled "16 Random Things About Me" began to chew its way through Facebook. The author of one of these notes would itemize her personality into "16 random things, facts, habits, or goals," then tag 16 friends who would be prompted to write their own lists. And so on and so on. Similar navel-gazing letters had popped up over the years through e-mail and on blogs, MySpace, Friendster, and the venerable blogging site LiveJournal. The Facebook strain had a good run, but by the end of 2008 it appeared to have stagnated.
Then something curious happened: It mutated. Since everyone who participates is supposed to paste the original instructions into her own note, it's easy to tinker with the rules. Soon enough, 16 things (and 16 tagged friends) morphed into 15—and 17 and 22 and 35 and even 100. As the structure crumbled, more users toyed with the boundaries. Like any disease, "Random Things" was mutating in hopes of finding a strain that uniquely suited its host. In this case, the right number was vital to its survival: The more people who are tagged, the more likely the note is to spread. The longer the list, though, the more daunting it is to compose and the fewer participants will be roped in.
By mid-to-late January, "25 Random Things About Me" had warded off its competitors. Once the letter settled on 25 things (a perfect square, just like 16) the phenomenon exploded. The data we collected reveal a clear tipping point around this time.
As the graph below indicates (Fig. 1), the number of people swept up in the trend climbed steeply for a week starting around Jan. 20, peaking in the last days of the month before declining sharply. Not coincidentally, the Web analytics firm Compete reports that January 2009 was one of Facebook's biggest months for traffic growth.
(imagine the graph)
A graph of when people wrote their own 25 Things note (Fig. 2) forms a very similar curve.
(imagine the second graph with a notably similar curve to the first graph you imagined)
Since I'm no evolutionary expert, I shipped Slate's data to Lauren Ancel Meyers, a biology professor at the University of Texas who models the spread of infectious diseases mathematically. Meyers says that around Day 39 of Fig. 1, we see the "classic exponential growth of an epidemic curve." (Day 39 in this graph is Jan. 8.) She also explains that "25 Things" authors can be seen as "contagious" under what's known as a "susceptible-infected-recovered" model for the spread of disease. Think of "25 Things" authors as being contagious for one day—the day they tag a bunch of their friends. Meyers found that, for that one day, the growth parameter of the "25 Things" disease during its ascent phase (roughly until the beginning of February) was 0.27. This means that, on average, each "25 Things" writer inspired 1.27 new notes.
Another one of our survey questions considered the average number of days between when a person is tagged and when she writes a note. Those results are graphed here.
(you know the drill)
The highest percentage of respondents—17 percent of those who wrote a note—composed their missive the same day they were first tagged. The numbers decay from there, and the median value is three days. Meyers found that this too was best described exponentially, though the figures decline instead of increase over time. You can think of it like radioactive decay. In the same way that, say, Thorium-231 atoms have about a 50 percent chance of decaying each day, regardless of how many days they've been around, people tagged in a "25 Things" note do not become more or less likely to participate as time passes. Meyers does note, however, that these calculations do not factor in individuals who choose not to participate or have yet to do so.
Why does it appear that the "25 Things" fad has died out? One could argue that a selection bias in Slate's data are exaggerating the decline, as those who haven't yet encountered the meme are likely underrepresented. I don't think this is the case, though. As we see in Fig. 3, most people write their notes within a week of being tagged for the first time. The decline we see in Figures 1 and 2, then, is likely legitimate: Because the fad peaked more than 10 days ago, it's unlikely that there is a large number of people who've been tagged who are still waiting to write their own note. My guess is that, like a Ponzi scheme, "25 Things" fizzled as soon as Facebook ran out of willing participants. Anecdotally, there don't seem to be a lot of people left who are sitting around, waiting to be tagged.
All in all, Facebook infections look remarkably similar to human ones. And like organisms, the odds do seem stacked against all but the fittest of memes. The "Notes" application—including the ability to tags friends—has been a feature of Facebook since August 2006, a Facebook spokeswoman told me on Tuesday. (The PR rep also confirmed that Facebook itself had no part in sparking the trend.) The fact that it took two-and-a-half years for a Notes-based meme to hit it big suggests long odds.
Still, viral marketers might take note of the patterns that "25 Random Things About Me" obeyed. The best hope for someone looking to start a grass-roots craze is to introduce a wide variety of schemes into the wild and pray like hell that one of them evolves into a virulent meme. If evolution is any guide, however, there's no predicting what succeeds and what doesn't. Just look at the platypus.
(I've always wanted to say that)
Last week, I enlisted Slate readers to help divine how Facebook's "25 Random Things About Me" trend got started. More than 3,000 of you responded, answering queries on when you first saw a "25 Things" note, when you were first tagged, and when (if ever) you wrote your own note. On one level, the survey was a failure: I had hoped to find the trend's Patient Zero, but there's likely no single person who conceived of this scheme. But the absence of a singular "25 Things" creator reveals something much more interesting: Facebook organisms are not created by intelligent design. They evolve.
The idea that culture spreads in biological ways has been around for a while. Richard Dawkins coined the term meme in 1976's The Selfish Gene to describe how ideas propagate according to evolutionary principles of mutation and selection. A quantitative study of the "25 Things" letter seems to ratify that.
As many readers noted in our survey, "25 Things" wasn't always "25 Things." Late last fall, a chain letter titled "16 Random Things About Me" began to chew its way through Facebook. The author of one of these notes would itemize her personality into "16 random things, facts, habits, or goals," then tag 16 friends who would be prompted to write their own lists. And so on and so on. Similar navel-gazing letters had popped up over the years through e-mail and on blogs, MySpace, Friendster, and the venerable blogging site LiveJournal. The Facebook strain had a good run, but by the end of 2008 it appeared to have stagnated.
Then something curious happened: It mutated. Since everyone who participates is supposed to paste the original instructions into her own note, it's easy to tinker with the rules. Soon enough, 16 things (and 16 tagged friends) morphed into 15—and 17 and 22 and 35 and even 100. As the structure crumbled, more users toyed with the boundaries. Like any disease, "Random Things" was mutating in hopes of finding a strain that uniquely suited its host. In this case, the right number was vital to its survival: The more people who are tagged, the more likely the note is to spread. The longer the list, though, the more daunting it is to compose and the fewer participants will be roped in.
By mid-to-late January, "25 Random Things About Me" had warded off its competitors. Once the letter settled on 25 things (a perfect square, just like 16) the phenomenon exploded. The data we collected reveal a clear tipping point around this time.
As the graph below indicates (Fig. 1), the number of people swept up in the trend climbed steeply for a week starting around Jan. 20, peaking in the last days of the month before declining sharply. Not coincidentally, the Web analytics firm Compete reports that January 2009 was one of Facebook's biggest months for traffic growth.
(imagine the graph)
A graph of when people wrote their own 25 Things note (Fig. 2) forms a very similar curve.
(imagine the second graph with a notably similar curve to the first graph you imagined)
Since I'm no evolutionary expert, I shipped Slate's data to Lauren Ancel Meyers, a biology professor at the University of Texas who models the spread of infectious diseases mathematically. Meyers says that around Day 39 of Fig. 1, we see the "classic exponential growth of an epidemic curve." (Day 39 in this graph is Jan. 8.) She also explains that "25 Things" authors can be seen as "contagious" under what's known as a "susceptible-infected-recovered" model for the spread of disease. Think of "25 Things" authors as being contagious for one day—the day they tag a bunch of their friends. Meyers found that, for that one day, the growth parameter of the "25 Things" disease during its ascent phase (roughly until the beginning of February) was 0.27. This means that, on average, each "25 Things" writer inspired 1.27 new notes.
Another one of our survey questions considered the average number of days between when a person is tagged and when she writes a note. Those results are graphed here.
(you know the drill)
The highest percentage of respondents—17 percent of those who wrote a note—composed their missive the same day they were first tagged. The numbers decay from there, and the median value is three days. Meyers found that this too was best described exponentially, though the figures decline instead of increase over time. You can think of it like radioactive decay. In the same way that, say, Thorium-231 atoms have about a 50 percent chance of decaying each day, regardless of how many days they've been around, people tagged in a "25 Things" note do not become more or less likely to participate as time passes. Meyers does note, however, that these calculations do not factor in individuals who choose not to participate or have yet to do so.
Why does it appear that the "25 Things" fad has died out? One could argue that a selection bias in Slate's data are exaggerating the decline, as those who haven't yet encountered the meme are likely underrepresented. I don't think this is the case, though. As we see in Fig. 3, most people write their notes within a week of being tagged for the first time. The decline we see in Figures 1 and 2, then, is likely legitimate: Because the fad peaked more than 10 days ago, it's unlikely that there is a large number of people who've been tagged who are still waiting to write their own note. My guess is that, like a Ponzi scheme, "25 Things" fizzled as soon as Facebook ran out of willing participants. Anecdotally, there don't seem to be a lot of people left who are sitting around, waiting to be tagged.
All in all, Facebook infections look remarkably similar to human ones. And like organisms, the odds do seem stacked against all but the fittest of memes. The "Notes" application—including the ability to tags friends—has been a feature of Facebook since August 2006, a Facebook spokeswoman told me on Tuesday. (The PR rep also confirmed that Facebook itself had no part in sparking the trend.) The fact that it took two-and-a-half years for a Notes-based meme to hit it big suggests long odds.
Still, viral marketers might take note of the patterns that "25 Random Things About Me" obeyed. The best hope for someone looking to start a grass-roots craze is to introduce a wide variety of schemes into the wild and pray like hell that one of them evolves into a virulent meme. If evolution is any guide, however, there's no predicting what succeeds and what doesn't. Just look at the platypus.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Better than numbers.
a)Firezer is possibly the most legit roommate I could have possibly had. Ever.
b)I never remember the good blog topics
c)I've played Pokemon recently. Probably too recently. Probably yesterday.
d)I also tried to play another old favorite, but couldn't figure out how to make the fucking emulator work. Screw technology.
e)I honestly was not expecting to miss anybody as much as I do.
f)I've had two nosebleeds today. Before that, I hadn't had a nosebleed in years.
g)I'm doing exactly what everyone said I would do in college: abusing my freedom. It's just now starting to catch up with me, and sometimes I wonder if I've dug myself in too deep.
h)Fairly recently (but I keep getting the feeling that I've known for awhile) my priorities shifted. Drastically. And some things are just not as important as others. I've always tried to do things that made me happy and this is no exception.
i)Yeah, that's why I'm paying for it.
j)It's all in the detail. For me, random small things can be just as good as the big things.
k)She put the perfect picture in the frame, but I don't know if she knows why it's the perfect one. If she does...
l)Abe Lincoln died of getting hammered in the ass. If you don't believe me, watch this
m)There's a maestro that watches me when I sleep.
n)My room is constantly littered with water bottles and nerf darts.
o)I love third person personal pronouns. Heh.
p)My professor hinted that I might need to smoke weed to do well in his class.
q)I want to work for the CIA.
r)My big brother sucks at pong
s)I figured out the emulator and it's as cool as I could've hoped for
t)I haven't been this excited about a weekend since last weekend (Ohhhhh maaaaaaaaaan). But seriously, somehow I'm even more excited.
u)I'm not good at telling people I miss them and I think sometimes they take it personally. I think you should all apply/transfer to UVa. And then live in my house.
v)I love hearing people say "balks"
w)I've gotten pretty good at making people hesitate to use the word "come" (on my face)
x)Get over yourself. Sometimes there's a bandwagon b/c somebody had a good idea.
y)If you fail to handle a real-life situation like a real person, I won't feel bad about destroying you. I'll give you plenty of chances, but yeah, that's why you payin for it.
b)I never remember the good blog topics
c)I've played Pokemon recently. Probably too recently. Probably yesterday.
d)I also tried to play another old favorite, but couldn't figure out how to make the fucking emulator work. Screw technology.
e)I honestly was not expecting to miss anybody as much as I do.
f)I've had two nosebleeds today. Before that, I hadn't had a nosebleed in years.
g)I'm doing exactly what everyone said I would do in college: abusing my freedom. It's just now starting to catch up with me, and sometimes I wonder if I've dug myself in too deep.
h)Fairly recently (but I keep getting the feeling that I've known for awhile) my priorities shifted. Drastically. And some things are just not as important as others. I've always tried to do things that made me happy and this is no exception.
i)Yeah, that's why I'm paying for it.
j)It's all in the detail. For me, random small things can be just as good as the big things.
k)She put the perfect picture in the frame, but I don't know if she knows why it's the perfect one. If she does...
l)Abe Lincoln died of getting hammered in the ass. If you don't believe me, watch this
m)There's a maestro that watches me when I sleep.
n)My room is constantly littered with water bottles and nerf darts.
o)I love third person personal pronouns. Heh.
p)My professor hinted that I might need to smoke weed to do well in his class.
q)I want to work for the CIA.
r)My big brother sucks at pong
s)I figured out the emulator and it's as cool as I could've hoped for
t)I haven't been this excited about a weekend since last weekend (Ohhhhh maaaaaaaaaan). But seriously, somehow I'm even more excited.
u)I'm not good at telling people I miss them and I think sometimes they take it personally. I think you should all apply/transfer to UVa. And then live in my house.
v)I love hearing people say "balks"
w)I've gotten pretty good at making people hesitate to use the word "come" (on my face)
x)Get over yourself. Sometimes there's a bandwagon b/c somebody had a good idea.
y)If you fail to handle a real-life situation like a real person, I won't feel bad about destroying you. I'll give you plenty of chances, but yeah, that's why you payin for it.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Lets fly to Jupiter
Lets not forget the rings
We lost them in the smoke
No really, no joke
lets fly to Jupiter
where smoke is red like fire
I swear I want to fly
I swear the smoke is clear
seriously Jupiter is hot
We lost them in the smoke
No really, no joke
lets fly to Jupiter
where smoke is red like fire
I swear I want to fly
I swear the smoke is clear
seriously Jupiter is hot
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I don't want take balks, I wanna wake balks
What i realized that I deserve, is something concrete. Something stable. Something that I can lean on when I'm tired. A passion I can strive for despite my lack of energy. The feeling of absolute contentment despite getting drained at the end of the day. Maybe it's not something I can take home, but something I can go home to.
The weekend seems so long ago.
I think I'm gonna do another 25 things. Later, though. I got shit to do.
The weekend seems so long ago.
I think I'm gonna do another 25 things. Later, though. I got shit to do.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Hello, Good Friend
F you Bryce Avary.
Who do you think you are, writing and producing your albums completely by yourself?
Asshole.
Seriously though, the Rocket Summer is gonna make me pee myself one day. Damn. A couple of his songs have been really getting to me lately. Ohhhhh maaaaaaan.
I'm aware that this comparison might be a little blasphemous. I'd like to invoke my right to interpretational relevance.
"Never Knew"
I just ran into a few someone's today
Someone's that I never really knew
And I used to think how I had them all so figured out
But no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
So I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said
Because you tore down the walls that the world has put inside my head
And I just get sick of the things that we think, we think we know
And no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
So take me and save me and change me and then make me
And embrace me and then brave my heart for you
No, no, 'cause I can't go on without you
And it's time for something new oh oh
And no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
And as they strolled along
My heart broke out in song
From all the things and the thoughts and assumptions that I had wrong
So now I'll be on my way to make this claim
I'll make it famous in every way
I'll make it stay when I will say that...
No, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
Oh oh no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
Oh no no no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be, wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
Who do you think you are, writing and producing your albums completely by yourself?
Asshole.
Seriously though, the Rocket Summer is gonna make me pee myself one day. Damn. A couple of his songs have been really getting to me lately. Ohhhhh maaaaaaan.
I'm aware that this comparison might be a little blasphemous. I'd like to invoke my right to interpretational relevance.
"Never Knew"
I just ran into a few someone's today
Someone's that I never really knew
And I used to think how I had them all so figured out
But no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
So I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said
Because you tore down the walls that the world has put inside my head
And I just get sick of the things that we think, we think we know
And no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
So take me and save me and change me and then make me
And embrace me and then brave my heart for you
No, no, 'cause I can't go on without you
And it's time for something new oh oh
And no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
And as they strolled along
My heart broke out in song
From all the things and the thoughts and assumptions that I had wrong
So now I'll be on my way to make this claim
I'll make it famous in every way
I'll make it stay when I will say that...
No, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
Oh oh no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
Oh no no no, none of it's true 'cause I never knew you
and now the truth of it is, is I wanna be, wanna be like you
So hello, good friend, I wanna be next to you
For my head, for my heart, for what's true
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Oh maaaan!
Just because I say that there's no way I can explain using words doesn't mean I'm not gonna keep trying. Because maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I can get it right, or at least get close. And I'm not gonna let myself (tell myself how to live...) take the cop out route by just giving up and possibly missing the chance to explain what means so much to me.
The surprise was incredibly presumptuous.
The surprise was so perfect, I was literally speechless.
Oh maaaaan...
How do you handle the end of a weekend like that?
First, you lie to yourself.
"You'll definitely see her again in the future. It's only a matter of time"
If there's anyone who can tell you about the impossibility of that guarantee, the fleeting permanence of life, it's her.
After reality slaps you around a little bit, you're forced to be real with yourself.
"Everything I've done, everything I can do leads me balks to her. All my decisions have led me to this point, therefore I have no regrets. Now I can only hope."
So you call her. You think about her. Sometimes you get goofy ideas and decide to follow them. Goofy ideas end you up at graph-making websites or outside windows throwing rocks. It's not the same as her being there. But you cope. Usually.
Souvenirs help.
The surprise was incredibly presumptuous.
The surprise was so perfect, I was literally speechless.
Oh maaaaan...
How do you handle the end of a weekend like that?
First, you lie to yourself.
"You'll definitely see her again in the future. It's only a matter of time"
If there's anyone who can tell you about the impossibility of that guarantee, the fleeting permanence of life, it's her.
After reality slaps you around a little bit, you're forced to be real with yourself.
"Everything I've done, everything I can do leads me balks to her. All my decisions have led me to this point, therefore I have no regrets. Now I can only hope."
So you call her. You think about her. Sometimes you get goofy ideas and decide to follow them. Goofy ideas end you up at graph-making websites or outside windows throwing rocks. It's not the same as her being there. But you cope. Usually.
Souvenirs help.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Toga party
"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself, and that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams."
-Paulo Coelho
While I think the second half of that statement is complete shit, I'm starting to come to terms with the first part. I think it's nicely complimented by:
"Knowledge is gained through experience, but wisdom is gained through suffering"
An interesting start to my week, but things are getting better and the weekend looks really promising.
Damn, I hope this works.
Off to the shower.
-Paulo Coelho
While I think the second half of that statement is complete shit, I'm starting to come to terms with the first part. I think it's nicely complimented by:
"Knowledge is gained through experience, but wisdom is gained through suffering"
An interesting start to my week, but things are getting better and the weekend looks really promising.
Damn, I hope this works.
Off to the shower.
Graphs are really effective
My friend is considering starting a blog but is a little hesitant. I decided to make a composite of graphs to help her see things more clearly.
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Notes for the fist graph:
-You know you're going to want to allude to everyone about Saturday and what better way to do it than on your blog?
-Stumble is not compatible with Google Chrome and therefore stupid
-Nobody ever blogs about your wife, so you could definitely pioneer that.
-The blue slice is ironic and it makes me chuckle.
Notes for the second graph
-Clearly, your happiness will more than double if you get a blog. That much is evident.
-What is more difficult to elucidate from this graph is your relative success in life, but let me put it to you like this: What do you want to be when you grow up?
I think my job is done.
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Notes for the fist graph:
-You know you're going to want to allude to everyone about Saturday and what better way to do it than on your blog?
-Stumble is not compatible with Google Chrome and therefore stupid
-Nobody ever blogs about your wife, so you could definitely pioneer that.
-The blue slice is ironic and it makes me chuckle.
Notes for the second graph
-Clearly, your happiness will more than double if you get a blog. That much is evident.
-What is more difficult to elucidate from this graph is your relative success in life, but let me put it to you like this: What do you want to be when you grow up?
I think my job is done.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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