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Circumstances keep me in limbo. It's been like this for almost a year I and I am getting bloody sick of it. -
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Ex Machina.Life, a slow dance through the day. A long sigh as I sit in the recliner and watch time drip off the walls and slough across the carpet, under my heels, across the threshhold and lost in the world outside ( Read more... ) -
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Chill'unsHow our brains learn behavior and analyze situations is an age-old discussion with far reaching implications. Simplistically people are divided into two camps: "Nature" and "Nurture". The "Nature" group argues that children are born with an innate set of tools, hardwired to think a certain way and act with predefined biases. The latter ( Read more... ) -
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"Kwizine"
Mark Bittman of the New York Times has a superb cooking column on their website. I enjoy his presentations because they fuse (often) self deprecating humor with an excellent guide on cooking with everyday ingredients. I also love his videocasts for the ten-second intros - they're hilarious. His newest video (Snap Peas etc.) has his best ( Read more... ) -
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Meme(s)
(Usually) I'm not a fan of regurgitating memes on this journal, but as long as I'm writing something down here goes. I've been having a spot of trouble coming up with topics to write on, so maybe this will create some flow.
In no particular order, five (awesome?) tracks (thanks katashi):
1) T.I.,"What You Know"
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To Be, Not To Seem
tagged by werido85Seven (7) Things About Me You'd Not Likely Guess ( Read more... ) -
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Missives
I wrote my mother this morning. Four months into the year and I have only written one letter! So, if any of you will post your address in the comments I will be happy to send you something: a letter and an accompanying photograph, drawing, postcard, sculpture etc.
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Are You Tough Enough?Fear is a feeling that sinks into my stomach four thousand feet above sea level, in the California sun blazing across the mighty Pacific ocean to the West and scorching the moisture from every square millimeter of my bare chest. Fear trickles into my knees with every thump-thump of my feet against potholed asphalt, turns my ( Read more... ) -
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Note to self:
Quit hating your job, you self-centered assclown. Rock that shyte. -
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Directionless, UnfantasticLife outside academia is a bitch. In school there are grades, metrics for determining ones performance. There are lesson plans, specifically chosen subjects and directed teaching - all one has to do is open a book and spend hours in study or research. Most things are directed - and learning, while requiring active ( Read more... )