Wednesday, March 28, 2012

wisdom in unlikely places....

and that place happens to be the calvin and hobbes comic strip....

It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.

A day can really slip by when you’re deliberately avoiding what you’re supposed to do.

That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!

So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met?

Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

County library? Reference desk, please. Hello? Yes, I need a word definition. Well, that's the problem. I don't know how to spell it and I'm not allowed to say it. Could you just rattle off all the swear words you know and I'll stop you when...Hello??

Well, it just seemed wrong to cheat on an ethics test.

If you do the job badly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again.

The only skills I have the patience to learn are those that have no real application in life.

I say, if your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.

True friends are hard to come by ... I need more money.

Why should I have to WORK for everything?! It's like saying I don't deserve it!

Reality continues to ruin my life.

I like maxims that don't encourage behavior modification.

Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.

A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.

Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words.

In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help.

As a math atheist, I should be excused from this.

I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life ... Procrastinating and rationalizing.

I have a hammer! I can put things together! I can knock things apart! I can alter my environment at will and make an incredible din all the while! Ah, it's great to be male!

I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.

I think life should be more like TV. I think all of life's problems ought to be solved in 30 minutes with simple homilies, don't you? I think weight and oral hygiene ought to be our biggest concerns. I think we should all have powerful, high-paying jobs, and everyone should drive fancy sports cars. All our desires should be instantly gratified. Women should always wear tight clothes, and men should carry powerful handguns. Life overall should be more glamorous, thrill-packed, and filled with applause, don't you think?

Why isn't my life like a situation comedy? Why don't I have a bunch of friends with nothing better to do but drop by and instigate wacky adventures? Why aren't my conversations peppered with spontaneous witticisms? Why don't my friends demonstrate heartfelt concern for my well being when I have problems? ...I gotta get my life some writers.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Scary Thought #1

If your heart feels heavy, is it a sign that maybe it is turning into stone?

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Love this one

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

Needs no title

“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.”
- Oscar Wilde
Man on Porch: Why don’t you kiss her instead of talking her to death?
George Bailey: You want me to kiss her, huh?
Man on Porch: Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.

It’s a Wonderful Life

“The heart is the only broken instrument that works.” - T.E. Kalem

Beautiful....exquisitely beautiful

It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.

When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.
James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via proustitute)

Thursday, March 1, 2012

We are

We are atoms. We are open scars.We are a million short stories.We are molecules.We are pent-up wishes. We are 10 trillion cells. We are repressed passions. We are someone's past. We are lines on a palm. We are heart, brain and mind all welded together. We are hope carriers. We are someone else's opinion of ourselves. We are slaves, we are masters. We are the keepers of conscience and insults. We are a beating heart-in-the-mouth.We are all selfish.We are synapses between neurons of the world. We are possibilities waiting to happen.We are all a little broken.We are love seekers.We are prejudiced bigots. We are dreamers. We are eyes that see too much. We are deeply held convictions. We are indestructible souls. We are the truth that will set us free. We are creative impulses. We are living lies. We are pleasure chasers. We are the urgency of desire. We are mirrors. We are happiness makers. We are...if you think about it, just another footnote in the pages of a single chapter of the universe.

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