Anticlimax
For a moment there,
You had me at "hi".
Breath held.
Moment passed.
Deflated.
inspired by random and some not-so-random events and people in my life
I know why crazy people sing:
If the flutter of a butterfly's wings can create a cataclysmic chain of events thousands of miles away, then why do some efforts seem so futile? Why is it that one can feel so powerless, too ineffectual to stem the tide of change?
It was a strange dream.
5 hours.
Years ago I read a short story – I believe it was by Woody Allen – that described an escort service with a twist. The business provided for hire, not nubile young females for mindless sex, but women with post-graduate degrees from Vassar and Radcliffe for cerebrally stimulating conversations. What a mind-blowing idea! It sure gives new meaning to that old chestnut of a phrase, “My wife doesn’t understand me”, eh? Today, I imagine such intellectual infidelities are facilitated, like pornography, wife-swapping and casual sex, by the proliferation of the Internet and its multiple communication channels, and why not? Why should the Internet privilege one set of proclivities over another? :)
“We teach who we are.” – Parker Palmer
When I was 19, my friends and I went on a backpacking tour of Europe. In Florence, Italy, we met a group of American girls at our youth hostel. They hated everything about Europe, particularly the weather. We were puzzled. It was late April (or early May, I can’t quite remember). Temperatures ranged from 12 to 18 degrees in the day. It was cold for us, yes, but then we were used to tropical weather. Perhaps these girls were from Hawaii or some tropical part of the good ol’ US of A. Then we noticed that, to a T, they all wore skimpy tank tops and shorts, all the time. Surely that was not appropriate attire for Europe in spring? Little wonder they were cold. We had to ask. They whined, “But it was 100 degrees (Fahrenheit, or 38 degree Celsius) back home in Indianapolis…” Duh.
As we stride around
No, this isn't about you, my Narnian friends, lol.
My head hurts
It's amazing what one can come up with in the middle of the night, when insomnia strikes. Thanks, wzb, for the push.
I have always liked this one.
What value do you place
Don’t you just hate it when people do this…
That other silence, I explained
The silence explained...
In the end
Game, Set, Match…
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In the words of my vocabulary-challenged students, competition sucks, but collaboration isn’t an option in this case – there can only be one winner – so it seems I must compete. Like any sore loser, I hate competing when I don’t stand a chance of winning. What competition – the odds have been stacked against me from Day 1. Of course, more likely than not, the competition exists only in my mind; I doubt if anyone else involved considers me a contestant, let alone a worthy one. Chances are, I was ruled ineligible from the start anyway, by accident of birth no less (I wave my fist in indignation).
I am not myself...
I'm beginning to hear voices lol...
“I gave you my music
A 44-year old man and his 9-year old daughter died on an ice-skating trip at a small pond in Cedar Grove, Wisconsin. She fell through the ice and he fell in while trying to rescue her. The snow was falling.
As defined in the dictionary
Today, instead of working
How does one explain to the naïve that
You will never be
I can't be
Those who have lived life a little and loved a lot will know what I’m talking about :)
Like walking on egg shells
So bitter
You flatter me,
This was actually written two days ago, but only published today due to shortage of time.