flee the oppressive warmth of yellow
hot and close, a room full of ichor
bright lights, harsh, glaring down
and ease into twilight.
close your eyes in the half light
a cool expanse, an oasis of calm
and feel the murmur of solitude
alone in a quiet room.
I remember waking up, and in the morning hours
Walking to my mothers room, to see her still in bed
Her bible propped up on one knee, her head was bowed in prayer
Seeking God to start the day, before the morning fled
Addison Todd :: moving
What Purpose hath foul Language? < < Wit or Wisdom
I wrote a rather lengthy opinion of the use of pejoratives, expletives, exclamatory words, and euphemisms.
Marginal Revolution: Blogging as self-experimentation “Blogging makes us more oriented toward an intellectual bottom line, more interested in the directly empirical, more tolerant of human differences, more analytical in the course of daily life, more interested in people who are interesting, and less patient with Continental philosophy.”
To Helvetica and Back | FontShop News | February 2007 For the typophilies and those of us who occasionally aspire to typophilness
Jeremy Dean | PsyBlog | Psychology Blog: Why Career Planning Is Time Wasted
n reality, people frequently don’t know what they want and psychology has proved it. That’s why career planning, or at the very least just deciding what you’re going to do next, is so unpleasant.
Telling someone something, in some way alters the nature of the thing being told. This is especially true of personal hopes and dreams.
Partially, the telling alters the fact by the way the person responds to the hearing. Hopes and dreams, like the smallest of particles, cannot be viewed without the viewing affecting them. You can only manage the change.