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Hm, looks the same.
I'd order a cinnamon bun and an earl gray tea if I had somewhere nice to eat it, but the lights in here are fluorescent.
Depends on your mood, but my vote goes for Notes. It is terrific. I found I couldn't really get through Pale Fire, but I plan on picking it up again... Sometimes, for some books, the timing has to be right.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pierre Menard
I am lazy to start the long day of today. All I want is to sleep more... I have four appointments and many things to sort out. God with me!
I'm glad my Dad is home safely and with a healthy heart.
That's a good thing!Quote:
Originally Posted by Idril
I shall never try to bound people together.
Tu jo nahi hai toh kuch bhi nahi hai maana yeh mehfil jawaan hai haseen hai (Without your presence everything is lonely even in this gathering of joy and beauty).
Glad for Idril.Quote:
Originally Posted by Idril
After taking a look at your picture I have to agree with you, mehfil jawaan hai, haseen hai. :thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pensive
right now?
you can't win with a losing hand...
ROAR!
"Sometimes nothin' is a real cool hand."Quote:
Originally Posted by country doctor
'Lately I have been hard to reach, I have been far too long on my own, everybody has their private world, where they can be alone. Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? Like I'm reaching out for you?'
:blush2:Quote:
Originally Posted by Snowqueen
Mulling over the feminist term "ecriture feminine". Why do some feminist see the female writer as suffering the handicap of having to use a language that is essentially masculine, a male instrument fashioned for male purposes? :confused:
What's the good of exploring whether there is a female language? Isn't it obvious that "females" from different culture speak different languages and one can't make sweeping universal generalizations about female language?
Feminist literary theory is so limited in certain aspects it makes me... :mad: :flare:
So there is this cute barista I chat up at the place where I always stop on my way to work for coffee. I am always late, and so I often joke about my tardiness, like "I'm so late I should have been there yesterday." "I'm so late I should buy a pregnancy test." Anyway. Today when she said "and that'll be such amount," I replied by giving her one five dollar bill, and then another with my phone number on it, saying "yeah, so we both know I'm going to be late when we meet up for drinks tomorrow night, so here's something you can use to pay for your first drink while you're waiting." Of course we had no plans, this was just my lame, unsublte way of asking her out. She texted me an hour later arranging a place and time.
So what am I thinking now? I can sum it up in one word - Shwing!
I need to write this mother****ing paper.
(and we'll need to know how that works out, Darcy)
I agree with you, Aliengirl. The Japanese writing system was developed almost solely by women. They altered Chinese symbols and for the first time ever in the history of written language, they modified characters to create words that sounded like what they were expressing. Language based on sound. As far as I know, very little to do with masculine and feminine forms. Although, arguably, the character for sword is almost always expressed in a strong handed calligraphy. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
Excellent Game:cheers2:. I have written that downQuote:
Originally Posted by Darcy88
Wow! That's a something good to know. Thanks Var.Quote:
Originally Posted by Varenne Rodin
Actually I thought someone would bomb me as an anti-feminist. :arf:
It worked out weird. We were there for just over an hour and all was going pretty good. Then she got a phone call and urgently left without much explanation. Anyway. She got me to dance, which is a miracle in itself. If it counts as a date then its the first one I've been on in a while. So I came back here, cracked open another beer, and logged onto litnet. Not a bad night!Quote:
Originally Posted by Mutatis-Mutandi
'Time's a strange fellow;
more he gives than takes
(and he takes all)'
My close friend is moving to Australia in a week and a half. I want to be happy for her but I'm selfish and can only hate it. Another close friend moved away too a few months ago. I think its another sign that I need to move as well, which I'm going to, but it still sucks.
I'm also thinking about how egregiously exorbitant by cell phone costs are. I realized today I'm spending 70 dollars a month. And I never talk on it, I only text about 5 or so people. I'm going in tomorrow to sign up for a plan which will cap it at 40 dollars a month. I think there might actually be some sort of malfunction eating away at my prepaid minutes because there's no way I am actually using it that much.
Asian women are beautiful. I'm lonely. And certain women in this world really suck!
You know, I grew up and still live in an area that for most of my life was 99.9 percent caucasian. I thought white women were the most beautiful. It wasn't racist, they were simply the only race I'd ever seen up close and ever loved. Then I went to Vancouver and spent a week there and was bombarded by all these Asian beauties - Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, Philipinos, ect, and it was like hearing Mozart for the first time. So then it was whites and asians. Then I fell in love with a dark-skinned Ecuadorian girl I met when she was vacationing at one of the beach-side resorts that are numerous in my area. Thus was added another race. Finally I realized that all races are equally appealing. People from around the world have descended upon my area as of late. I now see people from Asia, Africa, South America - EVERYWHERE - thickly populating the streets.Quote:
Originally Posted by BienvenuJDC
So, to sum up that rambling paragraph in a single sentence - Bien, its not Asian women who are beautiful and sexy, its WOMEN, period. Vanilla ice-cream is damn tasty, but because its ice-cream, not because its vanilla.
And yeah loneliness sucks. Do what I do. Write poetry about it or try to better yourself in some way. I find that if I'm going to be stuck with only myself I'd like to at least have myself be good company. And then with an attitude like that someone will come along and snatch you up for sure, inevitably.
The guy who made the Kony video... Wow. Haha. Don't know where to begin. He's the CEO of the invisible children charity. He was in Pacific Beach today going absolutely bonkers. He claims to be a Christian and has two kids and says he wants nine more, so of course he's a sexual deviant. He was screaming and flinging his clothes off while running in the street. At some point he was naked and masturbating while vandalizing cars. Moving cars and parked cars. People tried to approach him, some tried to "help" him. He ran wild through the streets, screaming at people and waving and jerking his penis at them. He was still doing it when the cops arrived and took him to a mental institution. So glad I didn't give to that charity!
I'm thinking about how busy I'll be this weekend :/
My new profile looks good I think.
What to eat，where to visit，who to go with，when to sleep，how to make more money......
4am. Exhausted but can't get to sleep. Might go for a ride to the beach and watch the sunrise...
Its a really wild and weird situation born of my odd eccentric behavior and over-consumption of romantic poetry, but I sign up for facebook so I can message my childhood sweetheart and dream-girl-to-this-day who I haven't seen in two years a very long and heartfelt and incredibly candid message and she replies by asking me when my birthday is. Whether that's good or bad I don't know.
I can fit into bathers I couldn't before and summer is coming to a close - GODAMMIT!
I am home alone drinking red wine watching Indiana Jones and being annoyed by the party next door. the annoyed part is because it's a bunch of teenagers and I am old.
I miss the UK. I miss its weather (yes, it's true), the British countryside, the Lake District, Cadbury's chocolate, closed curtains, listening to conversations and actually understanding them, bookstores that sell books I understand. Sigh.
I'm thinking about this AWFUL nightmare I had last night. There was some kind of total break-down of law and order. I think it might have been zombies, I'm not sure, but in the dream I was at my mother's house along with everyone I care or have ever cared about, and I knew a great group of zombie-like people armed with guns were coming here to kill us all. In the dream I knew that my father's house a 20 minute drive away was impregnable, like a fortress, and contained a large cache of high-tech weaponry. But only I could get away to there, forced to stay with my friends and family and die with them or else abandon them to save my own skin. So I decided to stay and mount a feeble defence. We were all killed by these evil demons and that's when I woke up, but the dream seemed to last forever while I waited for the attackers to arrive, during which time I was in a pit of utter anxiety and fear, as for some reason I felt that the lives of us all were somehow totally dependent and under the complete responsibility of me.
Anyway, it sucked.
Occasionally sentences in Dickens's works make no sense to me.
"The summonses served, and his witnesses forewarned, the beadle goes to Mr Krook’s, to keep a small appointment he has made with certain paupers; who, presently arriving, are conducted up-stairs; where they leave the great eyes in the shutter something new to stare at, in that last shape which earthly lodgings take for No one — and for Every one."
I can't make heads nor tails of the part in bold.
I'm exhausted... bone deep exhausted that no amount of sleep is going to fix.
I should use most of the next five and a half hours to study math, but I don't want to, I DON'T WANT TO!!!
...But I will.
I am so Hunger Games that the movie is coming out on Friday.
right now?
life is hard...
but the doc still has the ability to...
ROAR!
I've gotta go to work in 45 minutes and I so wish it was the weekend
3.21.2012
Cotton clouds sail
upon a blue, blue skye
retreating to the Sierras
Bare oak limbs strewn
throughout my view
are cloven by towering
cedar and fir beyond
Nearer by a flowering plum
bursting with pure white
blossoms abusy with bees
Snug inside I ponder
the wind as Spring toils on
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY