tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83999929118190331672012-01-09T22:34:32.015-08:00"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."LeSainthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913320413807985299noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399992911819033167.post-67907425864079075432012-01-09T22:32:00.001-08:002012-01-09T22:34:32.038-08:00

"My line! my line? Gone?―gone? What means that little word?" Ahab

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It should be so easy. It should be so easy to say "don't worry about it... you'll be dead in 50 years." You'll be dead in 50 years, and your bones will turn to dust. Eventually everyone you know will be dead, and their bones will turn to dust too. On long enough of a timeline, everyone who was aware of your existence in their lifetime will turn to dust, and as far as mankind is concerned, it will

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Working as a contract employee or going to school full-time, as I had up until about 18 months ago, I functioned on my own little island of morality and decision-making. I did nearly all my toiling behind the scenes and BS-ed my way through when the pressure was on to sound like I had my act together.As long as I showed up wearing pants at the agreed-upon time and place, and produced the

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Wasn't kidding. You never know when you'll need this sort of thing.

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Someone somewhere would probably tell me I shouldn't stick my fingers in this pie. But I was recently introduced to the San Francisco Chronicle's Little Man (to answer your question: where I've been, I don't know) and even more recently have become preoccupied with animated gifs. I occasionally drop the little man into my email conversations as a surrogate emoticon (I figure if I'm subtle

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Has fine art ever really changed the world? Or has it only changed the minds of those who care about art?

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"...set a larger bowl upon the table, mix less waterwith the wine, and give every man his cup, for these arevery dear friends, who are now under my roof."The Iliad, Book IX

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If you're one of those people who suffers from political indifference, please think twice this time around. If apathy about politics and government was ever a bad idea, now is the time.I don't know if we will see another election in our lifetimes wherein we have such radical control over the future condition of our states and country.The presidential vote is one thing, and it's a matter of

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Smart people do not: - Put regular dish soap in the dishwasher and "see what happens" (twice, forgetting about the first disaster), - Put powdered cocoa in with the coffee grounds in the coffee maker. Smart people do not make kitchen appliances go boom. There's no ironic undertone or philosophical allegory here. Just don't.

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Just a humorous observation, not a solid diss. I actually hate Scooby Doo and wouldn't want to be compared to him, but once I noticed the resemblance, I couldn't resist.Oh and apparently Scoob can swim too.

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which to remember, yet ignore, and later bestow upon the grandchildren in a speech replete with finger-waggling, so that they may disregard until adulthood, then finally remember, understand, and proceed to ignore it themselves."The desire for something, while you cannot have it, will always outweigh the appreciation of it, once attained."In other words...

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...biological, adoptive, or anyone else who stepped up to the plate... never forget how fortunate you are. Think of everything you have now that would be lost without her in your past. Think of everything that would change if you lost her now. And don't forget to tell her how great she is.And if you've already lost your mom, remember that you were most assuredly her everything, and remember all

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"...the accusations are such nonsense that I have found it difficult to treat them with the contempt that they deserve." R.I.P. the very articulate Arthur C. Clarke.

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If you don't know whatever in the world ColourLovers or Moo is, check out my previous posts re: them. Now that you know that much, ColourLovers is one of the "designers" from whom you can order ready-made designs on Moo's products. ColourLovers submitted its top however-many palettes from last year for inclusion in its design packs, and I spied a few of my palettes in the shuffle.Just thought I'd

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We're taught growing up (or at least we are in the USA - maybe we're the only idiots) that red, yellow and blue are the primary colors - that all secondary and tertiary colors can be mixed from them. We're shown a color wheel, which lays out how everything interacts, and all the colors seem to be there. Everything seemed in order until one morning a month or two ago, I woke up and wanted to

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When the best part of your life no longer wants to be yours, it's time to take stock of what you have to live for. The holidays have always meant family (read family and friends who are like family) to me, but this year, single and with family and friends sparser than ever, I've had to stare down the real meaning of Thanksgiving: the giving thanks part. I am thankful to have been born with all

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I'm just toeing the surface of the ocean here, but nothing inherently means anything. There exists no innate value or meaning, and nothing is any one thing until someone decides it's so. You only are if you or someone else says so, and the truth of any object or situation is predicated solely on the most vigilant faction or widely-accepted consensus of opinion about it. So the next time you

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Congrats to Mark for being featured in Canada's Globe and Mail (apparently it's like our New York Times, yanks), in an article about COLOURLovers. Mark has always offered me so much sincere encouragement and so many kind words (thanks), and he's a truly gifted artist who deserves recognition. Here's my mashup of the article, with my own palette notes, linkage, and a smattering of external links

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Now that I got ColourLovers out of the way, it's time for what I wanted to show off yesterday.MOO is a progressive online printing service based in England. It enables users to print notecards, "minicards" and books of miniature stickers from Flickr, Second Life, or other personal designs; they also offer a selection of products from featured designers. You guessed it: one of those designers is

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I should have blogged about COLOURlovers a long time ago. Anyone who's interested in color, this is for you. If you know anything about color, particularly hexadecimal color, you're already home. If you don't know much about color, you'll pick up so much so fast. Either way, you create a little account and amass a collection of unique colors that you put a name to (here's a couple of my alltime

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I feel really fortunate right now. Things have been pretty rocky since just before last Christmas, but it seems like patience, doing unto others, and not taking my friends for granted, as simple and square as that sounds, has done me good.Thanks to those who just live and let live. I promise to do the same.

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When I was still using the MySpace layout template, I noticed while messing with my profile code that links from my profile to external sites were being corrupted as soon as I saved the code.After inputting the URLs for the links into the page code and pressing save, the page would appear normal and the links would work, but when I returned to the source code to find the links, they had been

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I'm a Simpsons old-schooler, and the notion of this movie (I can't believe I haven't addressed it at all yet) makes me want to jump for joy/puke my brains out. Either way, I remain an intensely devoted and much-absorbed fanatic, and I will go see it. I may even pay to go see it. Simpsons fan or not, this is really fun: create your Simpsons avatar on the site. I clearly could have used this

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To those who doubt the power of a little tenacity, I say...."FEED ME!"Behold: Audrey, my determined little flytrap, brought back from the grips of death at the hands of a hardware store seedling pot.A withered clump of roots with two blackened leaves and unresponsive traps just two months ago, she now has plenty of moss and rocks to wiggle around in, non-stop outdoor light, daily fresh water...

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I can't embed this video, so check out the diet pepsi website, click "Watch the TV Ads" and watch the "Politically Correct" commercial. Does this mean that Diet Coke is the Diet Coke of diet cokes?I hate Diet Coke.

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Hot diggity damn I love this project. It's heartbreaking.

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"If you think taking care of yourself is selfish, change your mind. If you don't, you're simply ducking your responsibilities." - Ann Richards Man has very little choice but to be the center of his own world, no matter how he may delude himself into thinking he is (or is even capable of) putting others first. Or as Jonathan Rhys Meyers puts it, "My whole world revolves around Jonathan Rhys

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If I died tomorrow, there would be nothing extraordinary in my obituary. That's how I know I'm wasting my life. Here's to harnessing something that will drive me.I have so many passions. Where is my direction?

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Does there exist a person without qualms about their place in society? Are there really people in the world who never sense that they are somehow alienated? People who are ostensibly "normal," which is most of us by definition but not in practice, do you also go to bed at night ruminating on how you're somehow the odd man out, but only you know it? I'll be the first to jump to the assertion

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Way to found the Moral Majority and the Religious Right, and lobby for a Christian church takeover of the entire public school system.Way to push for ordinances which discriminate based on sexual orientation, promote the notion that the antichrist must be "Jewish," and call Martin Luther King Jr. a pioneer of "civil wrongs."Way to blame feminists and the ACLU for the September 11th attacks.You

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A groan of tedium escapes me, Startling the fearful. Is this a test? It has to be, Otherwise I can't go on. Draining patience, draining vitality. This paranoid, paralyzed vampire acts a little old. But I'm still right here Giving blood, keeping faith And I'm still right here. Wait it out, Gonna wait it out, Be patient (wait it out). If there were no reward to reap, A loving embrace to see me

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I'd like to make the serious announcement that I LOVE this commercial. When I was doing really poorly, I started watching TV again to distract myself, and most advertisements still make me want to blow my brains out (television, radio, billboards, magazines, banana sticker cross-promotions), but this one makes me laugh until I cry. This really is a notable development, because the best I do

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Pastor Rick Warren explains the superiority of his stance on God this way: "When we die, if [atheists are] right, [Christians have] lost nothing. If [Christians are] right, [atheists have] lost everything. I'm not willing to make that gamble."It's with that that Newsweek ends its presumptuous "Is God Real" article, giving Warren the weighted silence and presumable upper hand.If that's "faith"

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It's difficult to sit ten feet from Jello Biafra for four and a half hours without jumping out of your seat like an idiot and toadying him about all the things he already knows he's done for America's kids over the past 30 years and can-I-just-shake-your-hand. Anyway, "We interrupt this program with a special bulletin: America is now under marshall law. All constitutional rights have been

LeSainthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913320413807985299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399992911819033167.post-53535947914361929022007-05-18T23:27:00.000-07:002007-06-20T19:14:02.964-07:00

Suggested text is as follows:Dear Friend;This message has been sent to you by a friend or a relative who has recentlydisappeared along with millions and millions of people around the world.The reason they chose to send you this letter is because they cared about youand would like you to know the truth about where they went.This may come as a shock to you, but the one who sent you this has been

LeSainthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913320413807985299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399992911819033167.post-58767776494137967592007-05-18T23:24:00.000-07:002011-08-26T09:25:22.656-07:00

Some time ago, I came up with a joke about all spammers either offering to "shrink my mortgage, or enlarge my penis" when I set up a guestbook on my site and had to take it down because it was being spammed constantly. I'm watching TV now (and this just proves to me that I have no clue what I'm missing when I'm not watching tv, which is always) and standup comedy is on... and the man says....

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My love is in league with the freeway Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night And the questions in thousands take flight My love is a-miles in the waiting The eyes that just stare, and then glance at the clockAnd the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark And it's you once again Leading me on - leading me down the road Driving

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filling in forms = filling out forms???

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I have no idea what too me so long to post these.... maybe I'm just now done decompressing. Here we have a picture-narrative of satisfactory quality for everyone to whom I did a shitty job of explaining the trip to Burning Man:Our caravan, 5 vehicles long. We were being chauffered by the (super generous and awesome) Sutton family and a handful of their friends and girlfriends and THEIR friends

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"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a

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Imagine you and me, frozen, spinning in slow motion. Tires squealing, eyes wide. Imagine grinding halt, dust cloud, engine stalled sideways in the middle of a busy freeway. Gravel rolling, heart pounding, oncoming cars. Neutral. Push.

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I don't know one. But I've been told they exist.By the next election, will Bush have either killed them all in Iraq or alienated them from their allegiance?If Bush opens the door to a more liberal president in the next round, I will consider it the single positive outcome of his bumbling.

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"Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own."

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ode to my bad kitty "You want the big black one with the broken tail?" "Yeah." "Great. We've been having some trouble adopting him out." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah... I'm not sure why. He's really pretty and he has a lot of personality." "Yeah, I don't know either." Pretty kitty. Sweet kitty. Talkative

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Time. Time has been making less and less sense to me lately. Why are we so hung up on the notion that we're being whisked along some linear path from what was to what is to what will be? The clock is ticking, but it doesn't mean anything is going anywhere. Things are growing, deteriorating, and

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They'll thank you when they're older.

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A thousand years, a thousand more, a thousand times, a million doors, to eternity. I may have lived, a thousand lives, a thousand times. an endless turning, stairway climbs to a tower of souls. If it takes, another thousand years, a thousand wars, the towers rise, to numberless floors, in space I could shed, another million tears, a million breaths, a million names, but only one truth to face. a

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"Trust is hard won, easily tainted, and therefore worth careful tending."

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LESTER (Over telephone) Can you feel my eyes on you? Can you feel me look into your heart? Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach? Can you feel me in you? In your heart? We see a wide view of the elaborate wedding, guests mill about the banquet hall. LESTER Don't make me come there. Answer me.

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"... anyway yeah, I'm glad I came too. It cost so much gas money, though. I filled the tank in the Integra before I came, then on the way home I had to stop cause I was on E around Dunnigan and I only had ten dollars cash left so I put all of it in and was on E again when I got to B's that night so I had to use my debit card to put 15 more dollars in just to get home, then the next morning I got

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"Cancer! About your sign... The Cancerian character is the least clear-cut of all those associated with the signs of the zodiac. It can range from the timid, dull, shy and withdrawn to the most brilliant, and famous. Cancerians are to be found through the whole range of human activity. It is a fundamentally conservative and home-loving nature, appreciating the nest like quality of a secure base

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you make it hard to breathe.

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ERICALESAINT. Slothlike, largely melancholy woodland creature which longs and attempts to belong to the city; roams at will, slowly assimilating; inevitably retreats to the safety and familiarity of its dark bucolic cocoon, only to long again for the lights and bustle. Neurasthenic and sensitive to light, it typically thrives and is more adventurous at night when it is less distraught by

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