For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverntly, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.
Had I told the sea what I felt for you...
Never wait to know everything.
I've posted a sample over at coderwall.com on building dynamic RSpec tests. https://coderwall.com/p/5kfxhg
Journalistic analysis is really not on the rise; how EVER did the News Corp have to write down 1B$ in assets this year because of their publishing business?
The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.
Reality is thin ice.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
A small sampling of what I have scrobbled
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned
Highly efficient data centers are the secret to green and cheap
Regarding the Modern Music Video
In a world where the debt ceiling is cracking and terrorists are attacking Oslo, for *The Economist* to publish something like this is the news-worthy equivalent of a summary of RuPaul's drag race.
Gov. Scott Walker closes 10 Democratic district's DMVs after requiring photo IDs at the poll booth.
Wolfram Launches New Document Format
Dan Savage, the NYT, and fucking around.
Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.
You are the white apron of the baker, and the marsh birds suddenly in flight. However, you are not the wind in the orchard, the plums on the counter, or the house of cards.
"Don't you know who he is? He's the most important person in the world." This indepedent film was delicately phrased throughout, and series of snapshots and quick glimpses within the narrative of this man's humble life. A photographer who rubs shoulders with Lady Astor, and yet repairs his $5 poncho...
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.
Manical window-phobia won out over a curio.
Thanks a lot to [Derek Watson](https://gist.github.com/867468) for this code to import from Tumblr.
If you tell me I have to double the profit of Hermès, I will do it tomorrow. But then you'd have no Hermès left in five years.
I cannot say that I pleased to say that perhaps I am now capable of finishing.
Holy Writ tells us in the Book of Revelations that at the end of days 'He will wipe every tear from their eyes.' It takes nothing from the loveliness of the verse to say that is exactly what He will need to do.
I'm waking from a vivid dream in yet another place; the life of the consultant seems unnaturally inclined toward foreign bedrooms. I need to get over that moment of confusion and irritation at expecting a more familiar ceiling.
A ruin is a reminder that a culture lived as we live today - loved as fiercely, drank as deeply, warred as foolishly. I am forced as a student of the Classics to believe in the tidal power of ancient societies, because while their amenities might not have included air conditioning, their lives, as [Thomas](http://www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm) mused, forked lightning that illuminates the looming uncertain darkness of our own future.
The musical temple in Hampi where the *temple* is the instrument--hollow columns are played like chimes.
Programming is like sex: One mistake and you're providing support for a lifetime.
I am forced to wonder if there were a way to buy a pre-prayed rosary at Catholic sanctuaries.
It was cancer, though, / that faded your lips from red to blue. / I can’t forget that.
Ah, but what a god! He who makes the highest temples of heaven tremble with his explosions! / Should not I, a poor little man, do the same? / I did it just *this* way and am pleased.
In a society that will cremate a projected 36% of its dead in 2010, any American is likely to desecrate a burial site when they camp in a beautiful stretch of woods or sail on Lake Michigan.
When Mr. Petrillo started providing free concerts in 1935, he wanted to have “accessible music”; however, the experience has changed. Or, more disturbing, our interpretation of the experience has changed.
India can teach us many, many things. But in the first 24 hours, this is what I learned.
What are the ethical implications of parents immunizing their children without regard to the possibility that asceticism builds character, and responsibility with trust empowers?
What I really mean to say is this - As a Classicist, I never imagined India would be the first part of his empire that I'd set foot in.
Upcoming NewSouth 'Huck Finn' Eliminates the 'N' Word
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Even the reflections of the flowers are visible.
Heavy music for a moody mood
Best quote from *30 Rock*
To break free from the tedium of her own cliche—that was her Christmas wish.