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Enduring philosophies and favorite quotes

We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.

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I guess I only knew one angle of your face..
I bared my throat and my wrists, then you come at me with this.

Sam Grant - Not Fine

Where’s your treasure, where’s your hope if you get the world but lose your soul..
We are not infinite, we are not permanent.. nothing’s immediate.
We’re so confident in our accomplishments.. look at how dark it is.
We got information in the information age, but do we know what life is..?
She said he said live like no tomorrow..


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20 October 2011 Thursday

slated in mused at 5:16 pm

“Wanting people to listen, you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention ~John Doe, from the movie Se7en (1995)” via Benjamin WL

The more I think about it, the more accurate I recognize this to be. But knowing it to be true is making me feel sad :-/
Refocus on the beautiful day, with cool air and bright lovely sunshine and colored leaves making crispy noises in the breeze. Also, strangely light traffic this morning — but it’s a work and school day, so why?
I should have a category here called “rambles”. Perhaps it simply goes without saying. Well, it has. I feel like I’ve not done this in a while.
I cut my hair the other day. And again the next day and next, because I had been really hasty and it was really uneven and then still uneven and then it’s close to where it should be now although shorter and still quite uneven but apparently unnoticeably so to others which works out fine.
Would’ve liked some chocolate chip cookies today but they were a bit overcooked so not nearly as enticing as the undercooked alternatives.
*update a few hours later. Some of the cookies were not overcooked and they are delicious.
Today’s a Happy Hour day.
People make the place. Always have. Applies to a single individual as well.
News is too often depressing.

18 October 2011 Tuesday

slated in mused at 5:03 pm

Freedom is secured through constraints.

13 May 2011 Friday

slated in mused at 12:35 am

How reliable can words be when so much is unsaid?

11 May 2011 Wednesday

slated in mused at 11:48 pm

Words are easy. They may be the problem.

06 May 2011 Friday

slated in mused at 4:12 am

Hello moon. You are solid, beautiful, and, as you are, out of reach.

15 September 2010 Wednesday

slated in mused, mood at 11:42 pm


04 June 2010 Friday

slated in mused at 8:12 pm

I wasn’t afraid of being left alone, I was afraid of keeping him from someone I thought he might be fundamentally in love with. When I eventually met her, I wasn’t put at ease at all by her appearance or personality, but because I could see that, whatever and how much she was to him, he wasn’t in love with her.

29 May 2010 Saturday


slated in mused at 10:58 pm

I was very much a pencil kid, and for many years always carried multiple mechnical pencils. I’ve been a pen person for many years now (pen doesn’t smear and rub all over notebook pages like pencil lead does) so it’s an amusing surprise to be reminded of things like eraser lint. If I can figure how to deal with the eraser lint, I think (colored) erasable pens may be a solid way to go.

The question is: how well will the ink on the page hold up over decades?

Erasability and novelty, or reliable traditional permanency?

18 March 2010 Thursday

slated in mused at 4:15 am

When I was younger I read a lot. I always checked out the library limit (35-40 at a time) and had them all read well within their due dates.

I walked out of the library today with just a handful of books, knowing sadly that there will almost certainly be one or three of them that I do not get to open at all before they’re due.

I realized my reading habits are rather like my eating habits: they haven’t really changed over the years, while my metabolism has.

24 December 2009 Thursday

slated in mused at 7:53 pm

Merry Christmas Eve :)

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