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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Oh brother I can't, I can't get through
I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do
Oh brother I can't believe it's true
I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you
Tell me how do you feel?
Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak
And they're talking it to me
So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing's really making any sense at all
Let's talk

The hardest part
Was letting go, not taking part
It was the hardest part
And I tried to sing
But I couldn’t think of anything
And that was the hardest part
Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do, it's just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
Oh and it’s the hardest part

~Coldplay


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Observations on Former Zoology Classmates

The human brain naturally looks out for self-preservation as its number one priority. This is natural selfishness. Before the human brain develops at all it cannot comprehend much aside from its own needs and desires. For example, a baby whose brain is relatively undeveloped will naturally cry when faced with personal discomfort. The baby does not first consider the needs or wants of those in his immediate vicinity, or how his crying will impact them. The baby doesn’t even consider that crying may not be the most efficient way to curve discomfort. We all have people in our lives that we just cannot stand, people who drive us crazy, people with apparent undeveloped brains, or more simply put, stupid. Conversations with these people will reveal some interesting facts. First of all, every sentence that they use contains the words “I” or “me.” Secondly, everything that is discussed is about them. And finally, you find yourself under the realization that you’re not talking. In the midst of these conversations, you often find yourself lost in a pit of apparent despair, self-pity, and monotonous whine. Of course you only find this pit if you actually tune-in. These types of people, dubbed “stupid,” are like babies in that they don’t seem to grasp the concept of “other people.” They are like babies in big people bodies, or may we simply call them, “Big Babies?”


Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Action cures fear, inaction creates terror.

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.

Beauty is variable, ugliness is constant.

Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it,

Born a saint, die a sinner -- born a sinner, die a saint.

Burning desire is the eternal flame.

Change occurs in direct proportion to dissatisfaction, but dissatisfaction never changes.

Conscience is the window of our spirit, evil is the curtain.

Death is feared as birth is forgotten.

Death is the final wake-up call.

Desperation is like stealing from the mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.

Drive slow and enjoy the scenery -- drive fast and join the scenery.

First rule of Economics 101: our desires are insatiable. Second rule: we can stomach only three Big Macs at a time.

Good ideas are a dime a dozen, bad ones are free.

Growing old is not growing up.

Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.

If it looks like crap, smells like crap, mail it to your enemy -- he'll know what to do with it.

If the destination is heaven, why do we scramble to be first in line for hell?

If wishes were fishes we'd all be throwing nets. If wishes were horses we'd all ride.

If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there.

If you love something, turn it loose. If it doesn't come back, kill it!

It's not a question of happiness, it's a requirement. Consider the alternative.

Life is good when we think it's good. Life is bad when we don't think.

Live to learn, learn to live, then teach others.

Love is a given, hatred is acquired.

Materialism is the only form of distraction from true bliss.

Money is good, love is wealth.

No one can drive us crazy unless we give them the keys.

Perfection is perfectly simple; fouling things up requires true skill.

Remember only the good, the bad will never forget you.

Search for meaning, eat, sleep. Search for meaning, eat, sleep. Die, search for meaning, search for meaning, search for meaning…

Seeing the light is a choice, not seeing the light is no choice.

Smile, it's better than a poke in the eye.

Smile, it's free therapy.

Strong words are required for weak principles.

The art of giving is perfected through anonymity.

The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity

The harder you fall, the higher you bounce.

The key to heaven's gate cannot be duplicated.

The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the less we find true romantic love.

Thinking good thoughts is not enough, doing good deeds is not enough, seeing others follow your good examples is enough.

Thought precedes action, action does not always precede thought.

Thoughts are the gun, words are the bullets, deeds are the target, the bulls-eye is heaven.

To awake from death is to die in peace

To buy happiness is to sell soul.

To hit bottom is to fall from grace

We are all serving a life sentence, and good behavior is our only hope for a pardon.

We may not always get what we want, but surely we will get what we deserve.

When all is lost, ask the I.R.S. -- they'll find something.

While seeking revenge, dig two graves -- one for yourself.

Why ask why? If it's raining it just is.

 

~Doug Horton


Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Sunrise on the Hills

 
 

I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown.
As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance.
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
Was darkened by the forest's shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.

I heard the distant waters dash,
I saw the current whirl and flash,
And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach,
The woods were bending with a silent reach.
Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell,
The music of the village bell
Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills;
And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,
Was ringing to the merry shout,
That faint and far the glen sent out,
Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke,
Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke.

If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,
If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills!
No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Monday, September 17, 2007

The Unknown Citizen

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He worked in a factory and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in a hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
~W.H. Auden



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