Short and sweet

Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest:
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers:
Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest,
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!

[ 27 July 2006 6:45 pm submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Life and Yogurt

Life is half delicious yogurt, half crap, and your job is to keep the plastic spoon in the yogurt.

[ 22 July 2006 1:53 pm submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Perl!

Perl may look ugly but it is to most programming languages as English is to most other languages. Perl is a brawling, sprawling mess of borrowed, Hamming-optimized idioms that is extremely ugly from the POV of a syntax engineer and extremely expressive from the POV of a fluent speaker.

[ 21 July 2006 8:01 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

What Any Lover Learns

Water is heavy silver over stone.
Water is heavy silver over stone's
Refusal. It does not fall. It fills. It flows
Every crevice, every fault of the stone,
Every hollow. River does not run.
River presses its heavy silver self
Down into stone and stone refuses.

What runs,
Swirling and leaping into sun, is stone's
Refusal of the river, not the river.

[ 19 July 2006 7:35 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

Postmodernism

[Jose Saramago] presents us with a post-modern sense of history and value as human creations, not out of nothing, but not objective either. The human, the author in this case, is limited by the known facts, yet must essentially create reality as best he can. There is no single reality which can arise, yet not every reality is as plausible as every other.

[ 12 July 2006 12:48 pm submitted by Unknown | 1 comments | Post your own? ]

Where the Hell is Matt?

Matt is very good with figures and wishes people asked him to multiply things more often.

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You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please---tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. " Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."

"What must I do, to tame you? asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. First you will sit down at a little distance from me -like that- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you ... One must observe the proper rites ..."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near---

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."

"Yes that is so", said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes that is so" said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added: "go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."

Labels: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, love, relationship, responsibility, The Little Prince

[ 06 July 2006 7:00 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]

The spectacular, heavenly Hokey Pokey

He lets the righteous in,
He kicks the heathens out,
He lets the righteous in, and he plops 'em on a cloud
We do the hokey-pokey to prove we're all devout,
That's what God's all about.

It was a joke. It was funny. I dare you to find a situation where god leading a spectacular, heavenly rendition of the Hokey Pokey ISN'T funny.

[ 04 July 2006 5:31 am submitted by Unknown | 0 comments | Post your own? ]