Pain, in a word or two

Then there are the parties, and the music that say what I don’t want to hear. I’m sick of love songs, so tired of tears. And then there are the calculated toppling-into-someone-else’s-arms moments I can’t say I don’t enjoy.

Then there are the solitary cab rides home after, because I still won’t stay over if I’m not in love, when all taxis play at five in the morning are songs about sadness and loss, songs about us. Songs about how we could have been good together, but I quote, you tore it apart. The songs in cabs in the mornings are all crap, and I want my life back.

-- Popagandhi, There Are Good Days, Then There Are

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Staying stressed is easy!

STRESS ALSO LETS YOU KEEP YOUR AUTHORITARIAN MANAGEMENT STYLE. The authoritarian style of "Just do what I say!" is generally permissible under crisis conditions. If you maintain a permanently stressed crisis atmosphere, you can justify an authoritarian style all the time.

-- From a bookmark supposedly distributed by De Anza College

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What I Need

Don't wish me happiness. I don't expect to be happy. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor - I will need them all.

-- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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Funny? Maybe.

"Gandalf, Gandalf! Take the ring!
I am too small to carry this thing!"

"I can not, will not hold the One.
You have a slim chance, but I have none.
I will not take it on a boat,
I will not take it across a moat.
I cannot take it under Moria,
that's one thing I can't do for ya.
I would not bring it into Mordor,
I would not make it to the border."

-- "excerpt" from Dr. Seuss's Fellowship of the Ring, as per gonzoron. See more. Via India Uncut.

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Good design is

-- Dieter Rams, from his profile on DesignMuseum

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The fear of childishness

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

-- C. S. Lewis

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Black Perl cometh

# Black Perl, adapted for Perl 5 by Jonadab.
# Adapted from Black Perl, as seen in the Camel,
# 2nd ed., p 553

BEFOREHAND: close door, each window & exit;  wait until time;
    open spell book; study; read (spell, $scan, select); tell us;
write it, print the hex while each watches,
    reverse length, write again;
           kill spiders, pop them, chop, split, kill them.
              unlink arms, shift, wait and listen (listening, wait).
sort the flock (then, warn "the goats", kill "the sheep");
    kill them, dump qualms, shift moralities,
           values aside, each one;
               die sheep; die (to, reverse the => system
                      you accept (reject, respect));
next step,
    kill next sacrifice, each sacrifice,
           wait, redo ritual until "all the spirits are pleased";
    do it ("as they say").
do it(*everyone***must***participate***in***forbidden**s*e*x*).
return last victim; package body;
    exit crypt (time, times & "half a time") & close it.
           select (quickly) and warn next victim;
AFTERWARDS: tell nobody.
    wait, wait until time;
           wait until next year, next decade;
               sleep, sleep, die yourself,
                      die @last
-- originally written by Larry Page, rewritten for Perl 5 by Jonadab, as seen on Perlmonks

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Death and Rebirth

Two caught on film who hurtle
from the eighty-second floor,
choosing between a fireball
and to jump holding hands,

aren't us. I wake beside you,
stretch, scratch, taste the air,
the incredible joy of coffee
and the morning light.

From September Twelveth, 2001 by X. J. Kennedy

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Nothing else?

I asked no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.

Brazil? He twirled a button
Without a glance my way:
But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show today?

-- Emily Dickinson

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Common sense and a sense of humor

Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.

-- Clive James

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Never totally at home

Anyway, we were taught that every culture has its good and bad points, and that every language makes different things easier or harder to say. We were also taught that it's possible to bridge the cultural gap and convey truth despite these differences. In fact, we were taught a basic underlying principle that changed our lives. In fact, it's already changed your life. The basic principle is this: If you want to feel at home in more than one culture, you can't let yourself feel totally at home in any culture.

-- Larry Wall, Yet Another Perl Conference, August 20, 1997

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Little things

The day I can't devote even some fraction of my attention to all the little things in life if is the day the world starts to goto hell. It's the little things that count. Picking up that bit a of trash the guy walking infront of you threw to the ground instead of tossing in the garbage can five feet infront of him, breaking up a fight between two guys who are too drunk to realise how badly they could hurt each other, or asking that girl crying, "Are you okay?" The day I stop caring about one little thing, I'll stop caring about all of them.

-- PakProtector, on Slashdot

Post #250!

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Modern life

Modern life may not be particularly fair, but at least it's not boring.

-- Stephen J. Dubner, from the Freakonomics blog

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A True Original

It's always tough to say goodbye to a true original. They’re a rare breed. And in this day and age of the mixup and the mashup and a general trend towards homogeneity, the true original is such a precious gift. Losing one in their prime magnifies the absence.

-- Jason, from the Signal vs. Noise blog

I wanted to find a nice way to mark Steve Irwin's death – this is the best one that came up. Good night, Steve.

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Optimism

Optimism, n.: The belief that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly, good, bad, and everything right that is wrong. It is held with greatest tenacity by those accustomed to falling into adversity, and most acceptably expounded with the grin that apes a smile. Being a blind faith, it is inaccessible to the light of disproof -- an intellectual disorder, yielding to no treatment but death. It is hereditary, but not contagious.

-- Ambrose Bierce

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