If you can, I'd like to point out that this thread is a pretty interesting read.
The phrase "People who live in glass houses.." is probably the most pertinent (however, overused) out of all euphemisms.
People are always willing to point out the problems of others when, in fact, the problems that are closer to home are conveniently left aside and seen as politically unimportant and/or easier to pass over when diverting attention.
Damn, I'm tired.
The phrase "People who live in glass houses.." is probably the most pertinent (however, overused) out of all euphemisms.
People are always willing to point out the problems of others when, in fact, the problems that are closer to home are conveniently left aside and seen as politically unimportant and/or easier to pass over when diverting attention.
Damn, I'm tired.
Period escapes sentence/clause slash thought slash epitaph.
Such a small ending. Apparently, if held to actual distance, the Period representing the Earth, the actual distance (if represented in said terms) to Pluto would be approximately 35 ft. away, and would be roughly the size of a molecule (very, very small).
That being said, a period represents the Earth. Your right hand, ring finger friend. The circumference is roughly the size of a rather large particle of salt, but much less tangy or bitter depending on the context, sentence, or thought expressed therein.
It ends. But. By ending, it allows for a new beginning. The Darwinian theory of evolution in it's purest form. Each sentence, supposedly, leads to the next and, quite possibly, better said, more understood, sentiment and/or fact/act/conjecture/opinion/belief/sojourn/etc.
The list is long, long, long. (Period).
As for emphasis. Well, there's nothing more definate. More absolute. More astounding than the supposed belief that something, truly, is at an end. Such a tall order, for such a tiny piece of ink/real estate of the medium of choice.
Such a small ending. Apparently, if held to actual distance, the Period representing the Earth, the actual distance (if represented in said terms) to Pluto would be approximately 35 ft. away, and would be roughly the size of a molecule (very, very small).
That being said, a period represents the Earth. Your right hand, ring finger friend. The circumference is roughly the size of a rather large particle of salt, but much less tangy or bitter depending on the context, sentence, or thought expressed therein.
It ends. But. By ending, it allows for a new beginning. The Darwinian theory of evolution in it's purest form. Each sentence, supposedly, leads to the next and, quite possibly, better said, more understood, sentiment and/or fact/act/conjecture/opinion/belief/sojourn/etc.
The list is long, long, long. (Period).
As for emphasis. Well, there's nothing more definate. More absolute. More astounding than the supposed belief that something, truly, is at an end. Such a tall order, for such a tiny piece of ink/real estate of the medium of choice.
So, I was just coming out the subway, and well.. it turns out the mayor of Toronto lives about 5 minutes from me.
I voted for him, I think he'll do wonders for the city (hopefully) and given his predecessor, it's not a huge stretch of the imagination.
I talked to him for a few minutes regarding the city's budget shortfalls (in particular public transit - considering we both just walked out of the subway) and he was extremely nice, willing to talk, and even explain how certain funds are distributed among municipal/provincial/federal lines and how they're appropriated to city services.
All in all, a nice experience. Re-affirming. It's not very often that you meet who you've voted for, even if you do, more times than not they're sick of everyone bothering them and not interested in talking.
I can't really blame them though.
Oh well. Enough babbling.
I voted for him, I think he'll do wonders for the city (hopefully) and given his predecessor, it's not a huge stretch of the imagination.
I talked to him for a few minutes regarding the city's budget shortfalls (in particular public transit - considering we both just walked out of the subway) and he was extremely nice, willing to talk, and even explain how certain funds are distributed among municipal/provincial/federal lines and how they're appropriated to city services.
All in all, a nice experience. Re-affirming. It's not very often that you meet who you've voted for, even if you do, more times than not they're sick of everyone bothering them and not interested in talking.
I can't really blame them though.
Oh well. Enough babbling.
So, apparently the reasons behind the tan coloured PC era is as follows:
1. It was to help people in the workplace be more comfortable with radically new technologies that would eventually result in the mutation or extinction of the workplace.
2. The people who weree designing the stuff were unconsciously terrified of their own product, and in order not to scare themselves, kept it looking as unexciting as possible.
Of course, I'm stealing this entry from William Gibson's "All Tomorrow's Parties".
It's not fantastic, but it's not bad either. I just got back from staring at, literally, a dumptruck full of vanilla-coloured computer parts. It left me with a guilty conscience over unnecessary waste, and an eye-ache (it is possible) from the colour.
And, well, I have very little to actually write of substance on this Monday afternoon.
1. It was to help people in the workplace be more comfortable with radically new technologies that would eventually result in the mutation or extinction of the workplace.
2. The people who weree designing the stuff were unconsciously terrified of their own product, and in order not to scare themselves, kept it looking as unexciting as possible.
Of course, I'm stealing this entry from William Gibson's "All Tomorrow's Parties".
It's not fantastic, but it's not bad either. I just got back from staring at, literally, a dumptruck full of vanilla-coloured computer parts. It left me with a guilty conscience over unnecessary waste, and an eye-ache (it is possible) from the colour.
And, well, I have very little to actually write of substance on this Monday afternoon.
Drinks last night with Zarina and her friend (who was incredibly sweet).
Lots of fun. I haven't had a Martini in, well, ever. Of course, the green/apple flavour to them sort of disqualified them as real martini's, but who the hell is counting?
Dear gawd. My profile picture freaks the hell out of me. I'm pretty sure it affects my comment count in my journal.
It is interesting though. The likeness is scary, and well, funny all at the same time.
Lots of fun. I haven't had a Martini in, well, ever. Of course, the green/apple flavour to them sort of disqualified them as real martini's, but who the hell is counting?
Dear gawd. My profile picture freaks the hell out of me. I'm pretty sure it affects my comment count in my journal.
It is interesting though. The likeness is scary, and well, funny all at the same time.
So yes yes. Lack of profile/pics etc.
On purpose.
For the last year or so I've had it all up (yep, even an sb set) so I've decided to try the opposite for a little while.
Something different.
I've come to realize that the exterior I've given, tried to define, even rationalize (*choke*) is not who I am. Honestly, in the last little while I've been doing everything in my power to avoid trying to figure out what I want/need/justify - it seems daunting and terrifying and necessary all at once. However, it doesn't mean proscrastinating or delaying will make the end result any more or less important or (dis)satifying; the opposite is probably closer to the truth - whatever the hell that is.
Maybe I should just shut the fuck up for once and listen to other people.
On purpose.
For the last year or so I've had it all up (yep, even an sb set) so I've decided to try the opposite for a little while.
Something different.
I've come to realize that the exterior I've given, tried to define, even rationalize (*choke*) is not who I am. Honestly, in the last little while I've been doing everything in my power to avoid trying to figure out what I want/need/justify - it seems daunting and terrifying and necessary all at once. However, it doesn't mean proscrastinating or delaying will make the end result any more or less important or (dis)satifying; the opposite is probably closer to the truth - whatever the hell that is.
Maybe I should just shut the fuck up for once and listen to other people.
I hate glasses.
Hate them hate them hate them.
For now anyway.
I'd love it if for one bloody day I could go without. No headaches, no spots/smudges affecting vision, and I wouldn't have anything to constantly adjust throughout the day.
I've never understood (well, I do) why dental is covered, but if you're blind, laser surgery isn't covered? My prescription is fucking expensive. I'm lucky because I can afford it, but someone who is not as lucky as I am, they're screwed (unless they can depend on donations).
I think vision should be covered if at all possible. Not just the bloody examinations.
Hate them hate them hate them.
For now anyway.
I'd love it if for one bloody day I could go without. No headaches, no spots/smudges affecting vision, and I wouldn't have anything to constantly adjust throughout the day.
I've never understood (well, I do) why dental is covered, but if you're blind, laser surgery isn't covered? My prescription is fucking expensive. I'm lucky because I can afford it, but someone who is not as lucky as I am, they're screwed (unless they can depend on donations).
I think vision should be covered if at all possible. Not just the bloody examinations.
Harvard eliminates tuition for low-income families.
I made the wrong choice in schools.
Well, given that I'm not American, I didn't have a change to begin with, but damn. That would have been nice.
Oh, and well. Yeah. That's a real picture of me, not a dummy (although, the similarities are a bit disturbing).
True story.
And.. in the immortal words of George Carlin, "Hey, if you read history, you'll realize that God is one of the leading causes of death. Has been for thousands of years. Hindus, Moslems, Jews, and Christian's taking turns killing one another because God told them it was a good idea."
I made the wrong choice in schools.
Well, given that I'm not American, I didn't have a change to begin with, but damn. That would have been nice.
Oh, and well. Yeah. That's a real picture of me, not a dummy (although, the similarities are a bit disturbing).
True story.
And.. in the immortal words of George Carlin, "Hey, if you read history, you'll realize that God is one of the leading causes of death. Has been for thousands of years. Hindus, Moslems, Jews, and Christian's taking turns killing one another because God told them it was a good idea."
