Date:	2009-11-27 11:49
Subject:	Knowledge is . . .
Security:	Public
Mood:	blah
Music:	Nervous - We Were Pirates

Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.
—e. e. cummings

Date:	2008-09-05 11:52
Subject:	from the ol' spam files
Security:	Public
Mood:	cold
Music:	月下の夜想曲 de l'image - MALICE MIZER

Art is one of the means whereby man seeks to redeem a life which is experienced as chaotic, senseless, and largely evil.
— Aldous Huxley, Themes and Variations

Date:	2008-06-05 10:45
Subject:	freezing-my-butt-off.com - Server not found
Security:	Public
Mood:	cold

...definition of a classic: a book everyone is assumed to have read and which they often think they have.
— Alan Bennett, Writing Home

Date:	2008-02-13 12:08
Subject:	circa 31 May 2004
Security:	Public
Mood:	frustrated

spam gave me quotes from women:

Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.
— Marie Curie (1867-1934)

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder...he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.
— Rachel Louise Carson (1907-1964), The Sense of Wonder

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Date:	2007-01-02 03:54
Subject:	happy new year
Security:	Public
Mood:	awake

Your future lies before you like a field of driven snow / Be careful how you tread it for every step will show

Date:	2006-08-31 13:47
Subject:	from Vin
Security:	Public
Mood:	rushed

Love many things for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
— Vincent van Gogh

Date:	2005-09-14 02:27
Subject:	dead languages are nice to look at.
Security:	Public
Mood:	blah
Music:	the quiet

Vidi aquam egredientem de templo,
a latere dextro, alleluia:
et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista
salvi facti sunt, et dicent.

Confitemini Domino, quoniam bonus:
Quoniam in seculum misericordia eius.

Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto:
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper
et in secula sæculorum

Date:	2005-06-16 17:20
Subject:	fw from Vin.
Security:	Public
Mood:	cold
Music:	"Skakka" - Amiina

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last.

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Date:	2005-01-25 22:08
Subject:	from deej
Security:	Public
Mood:	morose
Music:	Smallville in the other room

Sent: Tuesday, May 27, 2003 3:15 PM

...it will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.

Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.

The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."


Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy

Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present.

Date:	2004-09-03 17:44
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	melancholy
Music:	"Inside" - Harel Skaat

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
— Gilda Radner (1946-1989), It's Always Something

Date:	2004-07-23 16:12
Subject:	M. Night Shyamalan
Security:	Public
Mood:	blank
Music:	"Oh" - Fugazi

find the heart of our fears in the intersection of the humdrum and horrible.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
— Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum

Date:	2004-06-20 01:42
Subject:	*shrug*
Security:	Public
Mood:	awake
Music:	"White pepper ice cream" - Cibo Matto

And I looked and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him.
— Revelations 6:8

Date:	2004-06-16 15:15
Subject:	i like how . . .
Security:	Public
Mood:	working
Music:	"Driven Under" - Seether

 . . . quaintly stilted the language in the KJV is:

An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief.
— Proverbs 6:18, KJV

For jealousy is the rage of a man: therefore he will not spare in the day of vengeance.
— Proverbs 6:34, KJV

Date:	2004-04-08 16:15
Subject:	the summer of my discontent
Security:	Public
Mood:	discontent
Music:	hammering over at the neighbors'

down with the haters because we shouldn't let them win.
that anti-Semitic site just should not be first in the Google rankings.
more information here.

Date:	2004-04-07 20:37
Subject:	am kind of a sap for posting stuff like this, aren't i?
Security:	Public
Mood:	cynical
Music:	CSI's on. i should go.

----- Original Message -----
From: Jhoanna
Sent: Tuesday, January 20, 2004 6:20 PM

--

Parable: On True Love (orig. subj.)

"WHY IS TRUE LOVE SO DIFFICULT TO FIND?"

The old woman sat on the antique rattan rocking chair. Her eyeglasses were
perched precariously on her nose as she concentrated on her sewing chores. A
gentle breeze swept the wisp of whitish hair on her temples.

Beside her sat her teen-age granddaughter. She was like a fresh flower recently
bloomed. Without warning she suddenly blurted out, "Grandmother, why is true
love so difficult to find?"

The old woman with a kindly face stopped sewing and touched her granddaughter's
head affectionately. After a moment, the young girl cuddled closer resting her
head on the old woman's lap.

"Listen and I will tell you why," began the grandmother.

"Many centuries ago, when the world was young, true love existed everywhere. It
was available for the asking. Because of this, and women took true love for
granted so God decided to keep true love."
She stopped and smiled as she gently stroke the young girl's soft tresses.
"God asked a pair of angels to keep true love.

First, they buried true love in the ground. But man and woman easily dug it out.
Next, the angels took true love to the highest mountain. But again man and woman
easily climbed to the top. Then the angels submerged true love in the deepest
sea. Man and woman swam to the bottom of the body of water and with ease
retrieved true love."

"So true love is easy to find," commented the young girl. "For man and woman
will dig, climb and swim."

"Yes, but finally the angels kept true love in the hearts of man and woman.
Since then people have had difficulty searching for true love.
For they look everywhere except in the one place that should keep it."

--------- End Forwarded Message ---------

Date:	2004-04-06 14:46
Subject:	for my Harry icon
Security:	Public
Mood:	complacent
Music:	Vin's radio

http://www.trinityofiniquity.com/ep6-9/s1e7_act2c.jpg

@

http://www.trinityofiniquity.com/screening/sr_s1e7.htm

and lots of little screencaps on

http://www.angelsacolyte.com/epguides/07bachelor.html

Date:	2004-03-22 15:37
Subject:	How're you doing?
Security:	Public
Mood:	cold
Music:	the AC

Without knowledge, life is not more than the shadow of death. [Moliere]


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It is not the quantity but the quality of knowledge which determines the mind's dignity. [William Ellery Channing]

Take the world as it is, not as it ought to be. [German proverb]

Date:	2004-03-19 11:47
Subject:	Fw [from Ai]
Security:	Public
Mood:	impressed

"Commitment"

Until one is committed there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back,
always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative and
creation, there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills
countless ideas and splendid plans. The moment one definitely commits
oneself, all sorts of things begin to happen that would never
otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the
committed decision, raising in one's favor all matter of incidents,
meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed
would come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream, you can begin.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now. — Goethe

Date:	2004-02-05 14:26
Subject:	farewell letter [fwd from nadet]
Security:	Public
Mood:	touched

Gabriel García Márquez disavowed this "farewell letter" as "cursi" (corny, affected, pretentious) LOL

the actual writer is a Mexican ventriloquist named Johnny Welch, who wrote the poem for his puppet sidekick Mofles *more LOL*

*******If, for an instant, God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth, but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose 60 seconds of light. I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!

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Date:	2003-11-26 03:17
Subject:	because the anniversary of his death is near
Security:	Public
Mood:	morose
Music:	"William It Was Really Nothing" - The Smiths

Glenn's charity was the UCLA Women's Cancer Research Program. Cheques can be made payable to UCLA's Jonsson Cancer Center Foundation.

Attention: Tribute Gifts
UCLA's Jonsson Cancer Center Foundation
8-950 Factor Building
Box 951780
Los Angeles, CA 90095-1780