Jan 29, 2010
iPad
Too big to fit in your pocket: no keyboard, so balancing the screen is hard, or you have to hold it. Awkward!
Jan 11, 2010
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 1, 2010
Dear Dhar
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
Sometime you'll have to give it up
You'll have to change your ways
But until then all I can do
Is wait and hope and warn
One New Year's Night you'll look up
And in the sky you'll see
A perfect portrait of yourself
Looking back at me
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
Please try again don't break my heart
You'll do just fine don't worry
Even without trying
You can't help but be a star
Someday you'll look back
You'll see the turning point
Was when you looked at me
Then turned and walked away
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
So try again, please change your ways
Or someday you could kill
With friendly words and an icy heart
Be careful one-time friend
Those shadows in the darkness
They prey at the weak of soul
I wouldn't want for you to fall
So join us in our call
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
Come home my frozen wolf
My once-and-always friend
Coward maybe but still true
Please do not be afraid
I hoped you would have changed
That you'd got over it
But now I see that I was wrong
There's only one last hope
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
Sometime you'll have to give it up
You'll have to change your ways
But until then all I can do
Is wait and hope and warn
One New Year's Night you'll look up
And in the sky you'll see
A perfect portrait of yourself
Looking back at me
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
Please try again don't break my heart
You'll do just fine don't worry
Even without trying
You can't help but be a star
Someday you'll look back
You'll see the turning point
Was when you looked at me
Then turned and walked away
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
So try again, please change your ways
Or someday you could kill
With friendly words and an icy heart
Be careful one-time friend
Those shadows in the darkness
They prey at the weak of soul
I wouldn't want for you to fall
So join us in our call
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
Come home my frozen wolf
My once-and-always friend
Coward maybe but still true
Please do not be afraid
I hoped you would have changed
That you'd got over it
But now I see that I was wrong
There's only one last hope
I thought that I was different
But then we're all the same
There's nothing more that I can do
And nothing more for you
Dec 22, 2009
Ways to stimulate your Brain
Experience the third dimension - properly.
Birds are far more intelligent than their brain size should give them a right to be. Why? A myriad of reasons, and one of them is: Birds fly. We grounded folk live all to frequently in a world reduced to two dimensional plans of places. Rebel. Live in your birthright as a three dimensional creature.
Learn a new language.
Don't be hemmed in by the way your parents talk! Language is the soul of the human race, and divided we are far more diverse. A language is more than just a set of words: it is the life-blood of a culture. The English-speaking world is far more homogenous than it should be for its size. Europe is far less homogenous than it should be, for its size. Learn a language, learn a life.
Change your route.
Shake up this idle brain of yours! Give it a new set of sights and sounds and smells to deal with! Change your route: change the way you get from one place to another. If you drive, walk Or cycle. Maybe roller-blades are more your speed? Or go down that alley, turn left instead of going straight through... take the scenic route to your destination.
Sense something different.
As above, only in one place. Listen to weird music, find pictures of Aurora Polaris, burn incense, eat insects (clean!), feel petals and leaves and the bark of the largest tree you can find.... expand all your senses, for they are the gateway to your mind.
Birds are far more intelligent than their brain size should give them a right to be. Why? A myriad of reasons, and one of them is: Birds fly. We grounded folk live all to frequently in a world reduced to two dimensional plans of places. Rebel. Live in your birthright as a three dimensional creature.
Learn a new language.
Don't be hemmed in by the way your parents talk! Language is the soul of the human race, and divided we are far more diverse. A language is more than just a set of words: it is the life-blood of a culture. The English-speaking world is far more homogenous than it should be for its size. Europe is far less homogenous than it should be, for its size. Learn a language, learn a life.
Change your route.
Shake up this idle brain of yours! Give it a new set of sights and sounds and smells to deal with! Change your route: change the way you get from one place to another. If you drive, walk Or cycle. Maybe roller-blades are more your speed? Or go down that alley, turn left instead of going straight through... take the scenic route to your destination.
Sense something different.
As above, only in one place. Listen to weird music, find pictures of Aurora Polaris, burn incense, eat insects (clean!), feel petals and leaves and the bark of the largest tree you can find.... expand all your senses, for they are the gateway to your mind.
Nov 27, 2009
Live
Every day is precious. Every time you get in a car you could crash and die. If that happened to you, would you be satisfied? As you lay dying, what and who would your thoughts turn to? And would you say your life had been worthwhile?
Nov 5, 2009
NaNoWriMo!!!
Oh. My. Goodness.
30 Days of Literary Abandon they call it. It's more than that. It's less. It's crazy, it's easy, it's trying to write a book in a month.
It's NaNo!
30 Days of Literary Abandon they call it. It's more than that. It's less. It's crazy, it's easy, it's trying to write a book in a month.
It's NaNo!
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