The paper encrusted wall taunts me with its very nature. If I had a sledgehammer, I would not even notice the wall in my quest for a view. This wall, the one that tempts, and the ones that follow shall not block my thoughts, my dreams, my imagination! This artificial prison cell of mundaneness that envelopes my sight is slowly driving me mad with ( Read more... )

How can a city skyline, when viewed from a distance, be beautiful? Does looking down on the lines of light invoke thoughts that are happy? How can they when those lines of light represent an unnatural edifice upon the landscape? Cities are teaming masses of humanity packed into a self-made concrete jail. They spew pollution into the air, discharge ( Read more... )

So pretend that you're a doctor with many years of medical school behind you. So, why then would you ( Read more... )

So I've been thinking ever since the MacMini was annouced. Why was I drawn to this form factor? It's small, pearl white & a mac. But why? Isn't there something better? So research was done & it has been decided. A MacMini is nice, but it's a closed system with no fun to be had in modifying things. There is another computer out there that has ( Read more... )

So I went about organizing my bookshelves today because I found two more boxes of books that I had stored in my closet and I have realized a few things. In no particular order:

• I need to sell my duplicate and triplicate books.
• I need more shelf space
• I like to read
• I'm a packrat.


Any Questions?

--
Andrew

The Cold Equations

My First Impressions of the Story

Tom Godwin

Published 1954

What is the cost of a single human life? When would one expect to forfeit their own life so that others can live? Would you make the sacrifice so that eight could live? What if you had to make this choice because you broke the rules and that your presence endangered the ( Read more... )

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In life, the way forks. The way? The path that you travel in which the destination is death, the beginning is birth. That is the way. When you reach a fork, a divergence, you have to stop and ponder for you can no longer shuffle your feet toward that final destination of yours. It doesn't matter why the way forks, only that it does fork and the ( Read more... )