Tue 6 Dec 2005 @22:10
Because I’m too tired to write a real post…
It was suggested recently that the random quotes I have displayed at the top of this page make a sort of stream-of-consciousness poem. I currently have 94 quotes in rotation. I get them from lots of different places (things I read, things I hear, things the voices in my head keep whispering…) and usually fail to note the source.
Here are the first twenty:
Fashionably sensitive but too cool to care. ~ Jewel Kilcher
The easiest choices in life just aren’t very fun or interesting.
You cannot hold a torch to light another’s path without brightening your own.
The time between meeting and finally leaving is sometimes called falling in love. ~ Lisa Loeb
Deep down where it counts, I’m very shallow.
Silence is golden, Words are made of lead, In the alchemy of love, Some things are better left unsaid. ~ Michelle Shocked
Some days there is magic in the air.
When your only tool is a hammer, every problem is a nail.
The nail that sticks out is the one that gets hammered.
In order to progress we must recognize our ignorance and leave room for doubt.
Great forces and abilities do not carry with them clear instructions on how to use them.
If we want to solve a problem that we have never solved before, we must leave the door to the unknown ajar.
With more knowledge comes a deeper, more wonderful mystery, luring one on to penetrate deeper still.
Destinations are where we begin again.
I think I’m acquiring a personality.
Life’s adventures are the verses and choruses of your unique song, and when it is over, you are dead. So far, I’m still singing.
The universe speaks to me.
All words are made up words.
Everything has a reason (that I make up).
Hate destroys the vessel that holds it.
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December 6th, 2005 at 23:02
Neato, but you’re leaving your faithful readers in kidney-stone-suspense-distress.
Although the stream-of-consciousness-osity of this post is kind of compensation, I guess.
I guess getting stoned in the marketplace isn’t what it used to be.
So whatever happened to your tortured kidney?
No more rhymes, now; I mean it
(Anybody want a peanut?)