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Enduring philosophies and favorite quotes

It took almost dying to realize that aging isn’t a curse. It’s a privilege.

Playlist pieces

All we need is some ice cream and a hug.

...

that I would be good even if I lost sanity
that I would be good
whether with or without you

...

Recent comments

Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map

timshel.

Syndicate

Syndication is available in RSS and Atom flavors. Flavors like ice cream. Ice cream like happiness.

"Everything counts a little more than we think..."

25 November 2007 Sunday

slated in consumed, mused at 11:52 pm

Apple maple sugar oatmeal is my favorite.
Strawberries and cream is second fav.
I’m not a fan of the peaches, cinnamon, or plain flavors.

Breyers should not be allowed to make low fat ice cream. Maybe no one should be allowed to do it.

Unsurprisingly, the punchline to the monk’s riddle about the egg really isn’t very good (actually, it’s really pretty bad), but of course the intended message is meaningful and important.

Big (and hard to remove) labels do not belong on scarbes.

What would my animal spirit/guide/counterpart/soul be?

14 November 2007 Wednesday

slated in mused, lyrics at 1:11 am

Paloma you wonder…

13 November 2007 Tuesday

Morning tricks

slated in moments, mused at 11:56 pm

As long as I stay in bed in the morning, I can pretend the day has not started. And if the day has not started, then the night is not solidified/finished.. I can still be feeling like I’m 5 hours late for work, as I was in my dream, and still wondering what to tell my supervisor, though I’m awake now (and only an hour late). I can still be waiting for a new element or different perspective to the previous night. The night isn’t totally over and the new day hasn’t totally begun until I get out of bed. Chances.

I like bedtime because it’s a time to wind down and put things aside and keep only the comforting and the close things, and look forward to the next day. I like waketime because it’s time to gear up and be conscious and influence life and reality; gear up to eat raspberries and be squeaky clean and don my hood amidst the rain and navigate the world, choose my destinations and stops on colored paper and indicated by the turn signals, toss colored paperclips, berate my bluetooth headset for blinking, balance on the sidewalk curb, trade smiles, look for chocolate, win the biggest chocolate chip brownie through rock-paper-scissors.

I’m not in bed anymore. Yesterday’s chances stayed with yesterday.

12 November 2007 Monday

Email Zen

slated in moments, mused at 8:31 pm

:: Opens Email client. Looks at inbox. ::
“That’s a lot of [new] emails.”
:: Closes email client. ::

:: zen ::

02 November 2007 Friday

Collections

slated in memories, mused at 7:27 pm

When I was a kid (~elementary school..), I collected stickers, pens/pencils, notebooks, marbles, books, music (cassettes, then CDs).
I collect journals(calendar and simple ruled), domain names, post-it note tabs, books, downloadable software, AVIs of TV eps, music, mp3s.

31 October 2007 Wednesday

debrief

/ debris / delineation

slated in mused at 7:21 pm

my thought train went:

declutter —>
destress —>
decide —>
de
...de…de-stuff
declutter.. destress.. defame.. delicious.. declutter.. destress.. decide..
de cide
cide
.....

18 October 2007 Thursday

I've decided/I believe...

slated in mused at 5:09 pm

...ice cream sundae parties should be a weekly thing.
...I’m terrible at thinking astrology at 2-3am.

medley

slated in lyrics, mused at 4:49 pm

bits / praises … words and phrases (…)

02 September 2007 Sunday

time is a canvas...

slated in mused at 9:55 am

Time without action is empty space / vacuum.
Time is a canvas.
Context matters.
Intent trumps result but intent without action,
like knowledge without action
is an unread, unwritten book,
the sound a falling tree makes
when there’s no one to hear it.
“Wisdom is knowledge applied.”

I still don’t know why we cry.
But it’s the things we cry for,
and the feelings that accompany the tears..
and our capacity of recognizing and feeling those things that might invoke tears
The darker the black, the starker the white
How did September come upon me so quickly?
Here I am, and September, again.
September 1st.. I cried nearly all day. Washing away?

20 August 2007 Monday

slated in mused at 8:10 pm

“…a thing you do…”

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