A place for me to work stuff out and to post things that interest me.
Most of us can, if we choose,
make this world either a palace or a prison.
~Lord Avebury
I choose a palace.
~TKF
Do not let your fire go out,
spark by irreplaceable spark,
in the hopeless swamps of the approximate,
the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish,
in lonely frustration for the life you deserved,
but have never been able to reach.
Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won.
It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
~Ayn Rand
The democratic society's mythology of equality with its
attendant erasure of difference is an impossibility
in an actual, lived sense.
Therefore, according to this view, this
imaginary erasure cannot achieve an
actual democracy, because a sense of
community can only come with the recognition of difference.
~Slavoj Zizek, as paraphrased by Catherine M. Soussloff
Links!
A brand new link! Check it out!
deviantART
I thought the place was very cool. Oh, and all you Alias fans, you can find a very nice wallpaper there--
or rather, here--and a gorgeous Evanescence one, too!
Watcher's Diary
Slayage; The Online International Journal of Buffy Studies
Convert just about anything
Comes in really handy when you want to convert fahrenheit to celcius and vice versa!
Links to 100s of free calculators online
Everything from your due date to how much a house payment would be to a regular calculator
Reference Guide to Chicago Manual of Style
Dictionary, Encyclopedia, Atlas & Almanac
Quotation Search Engine
Complete HTML True Color Chart
Epicurious Recipes
Inn Recipes; Recipes for all Occasions
JobStar-Resumes & Cover Letters Advice
Overstock.com: Up to 80% off most items
Ediblenature.com
Things My Girlfriend & I Have Argued About
(Trust me--you'll be laughing outloud!)
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Beyond the Invisible
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The tale of the world is like a tree.
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Sturdily rooted in the past, the tale's branches spread out through the days that come. The many stories that make up its substance
unfold from bud to leaf to dry memory and back again, event connecting event like the threadwork of a spider's web, so that each creature of the world plays its part, understanding only aspects of the overall narrative, and perceiving, each with its particular talents, only glimpses
of the Great Mystery that underlies it all.
~Charles de Lint, Moonheart
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
ARGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!
I'm slipping into early senility. I should have heeded the warning signs, but I thought it was just a quirk of my personality that I can never find my car in the parking lot. I've spent years justifying not knowing whether the person I'm looking at looks familiar because I've met them before or they look like someone I've met before or I've just seen them around a lot (perhaps in the parking lots where I'm looking for my car). I have to acknowledge, finally, that this all isn't just a personality quirk. I'm losing my memory in chunks. Usually the important chunks. For instance, I just tried four different passwords to access the WD to no avail. Two of these are passwords that I use for just about everything and the other two are new arrivals in my reportoire that I began using to foil the kids. So here I sit, waiting to find out what my password is and hoping it arrives in my mailbox before my remaining 41 minutes is up (I'm on the computer at the library).
In other news, my spelling sucks because I don't have my handy dictionary handy. It is not a symptom of my impending senility, just an indication that I can't spell worth a damn.
More importantly, I go to Manpower tomorrow to do some tests for them and hopefully get a job. I am also attending a job fair on Friday. (I'd lost the disc that had my resume on it--fortunately I stumbled across it in my computer!)
Speaking of my complete lack of memory these days, I thought for sure that I'd put my silk paintings in the moving van and I've been looking around, assuming that they were buried under something or misplaced. I just heard from Nikki last night that I left them behind at the house and she thought that meant I didn't want them anymore. They're now lost forever--the landlord has cleared everything that was left behind out, of course. So there goes the last of my tangible art work and the last of the silk paintings that I'll probably ever do, given the amount of space needed and the expense of creating them. I'm really very upset about this. I just about cried.
Oh well. *sigh*
3:03 PM
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