tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66296292024-03-08T06:31:05.977+05:30NEWNIRVANAJournal of a happy monk.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-7870267353909129292013-09-12T12:40:00.002+05:302013-09-12T12:40:50.713+05:30Random quotesIf a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears different drummer, let him step to the music he hears, however measured or faraway. - Thoreau<br />
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If something is impossible, it is probably not necessary.<br />
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How is it to feel tinglingly alive and exhilarated, unbelievably lucky and fortunate?<br />
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People change and grow in response to challange.<br />
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Get your rear in gear.<br />
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Life is good and life is bad, there is much evidence on both sides.<br />
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Accept the person, but not their bad behavior.<br />
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Trouble with people is not that they are ignorant, but that they know so many things that ain't so.<br />
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You can't think about what you don't want to think about without thinking about it.<br />
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Where attention goes, energy flows.<br />
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Only way we resist change is counciously.<br />
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Confusion is a state just before we learn something new.<br />
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No confusion...no learning.<br />
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To change, be prepared to give up successes of old ways.<br />
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Ultimate tragic mistake is belief that your perceptions are a description of what reality actually is.<br />
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Once you realize that the world in which you are living is completely made up, you can make up whole new world that benefits everyone including you.<br />
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Instead of looking for "what's wrong" and fixing it, think of ways life can be enriched.<br />
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What are you going to evolve yourself to become today?<br />
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When you hesitate, you act as if you are immortal.<br />
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Always do something representative of your full potential as a person, you can afford no less as your last act in this world.<br />
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Imagine...let it happen...or may be just pretend.<br />
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cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-50021798121813961332013-09-12T12:18:00.001+05:302013-09-12T12:18:40.319+05:30Core drivesWhat drives people? Here is the list of things what are the core motives for everyone's action:<br />
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1. Eat<br />
2. Romance/Sex<br />
3. Tranquility/Peace<br />
4. Acceptance/Approval<br />
5. Curiosity<br />
6. Family<br />
7. Honour<br />
8. Idealism<br />
9. Independence<br />
10. Order<br />
11. Physical activity<br />
12. Power over self or others<br />
13. Savings<br />
14. Social contacts<br />
15. Status<br />
16. Vengeance<br />
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Take any action, chunk it up and at the end one or more of these drivers would be found.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-25631089579756190852009-10-02T20:21:00.002+05:302009-10-02T20:31:41.316+05:30Gandhi<span class="small">A simple man<br />who wore<br />next to nothing<br />in protest<br />and in sympathy<br />to his beloved people<br /><br />The man believed<br />in non-violence<br />truth, peace<br />and universal harmony<br />said, he has nothing new<br />to teach to the world<br /><br />He was only human<br />yet, he was a saint<br />The mighty empire<br />bowed at his feet<br />not from fear<br />but from his love<br /><br />For all the evils<br />the empire had done<br />he believed<br />"Return with gladness<br />good for evil done"<br /><br />No words can match<br />what Einstein said<br />"Generations to come<br />will scarce believe<br />that such a one as this<br />walked the earth<br />in flesh and blood"<br /><br />With the name of God<br />on his lips<br />third shot rang<br />and the great man fell.<br /><br />Written on </span><span class="content"> Saturday, October 01 2005</span>cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-13232378581651208862009-09-05T15:06:00.001+05:302009-09-05T15:08:18.705+05:3010 Tips from Happy People<h4 class="title"><a href="http://health.howstuffworks.com/human-nature/emotions/happiness/being-happy/10-tips-from-happy-people.htm">10 Tips from Happy People</a></h4>cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-57835497649364677692009-05-15T11:37:00.002+05:302009-05-15T11:45:54.247+05:30Destiny?Few days back a bird laid an egg on a stairs leading to my terrace. As the nest was on 3rd or 4th step and cat frequenting that area the egg was surely going to be cat snack.<br /><br />In all my good intension I decided to move the nest to some place safer. So I created a new home for the birdie with a wire cloth hanger and an aluminum plate. When I came back at night from office I was disappointed not to see the bird in new place, however that disappointment quickly turned to smug satisfaction of having saved a life when I saw the bird sitting in the nest next morning.<br /><br />I was happy to see the bird every mornings and evenings.<br /><br />Fast forward to today, huge gust of wind blew away the nest, egg splattered on the floor.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-37207869120360394472008-04-29T17:32:00.001+05:302008-04-29T17:35:33.359+05:30Been Flying<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jigish.gohil/Flynirvana"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5RsLLivEQuXHVBP9EUD9Vo_J4tuhpR2SETQYmPXCihWNfVSStY6G36f3E1eqqh4nyeAuk_TVpxI9bi7VcXoZBtzazdyxfIETwtR-Edo5w0kjN_h7zMOE484j0P-E6zKo8u9IKw/s320/dsc07800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194637077017736210" border="0" /></a>cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-89343037686606788942008-03-10T14:41:00.003+05:302008-03-10T14:43:32.502+05:30Watch this spot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11smxWrxnIzzUs8O3hL0q8TfNQMMTcLd2kJopP4bZRltDQoBRaDoknonz4hyzzVVqc6fMF1HjPxFnm5VrbaV8_hG5bqMsHBb5IE24oDONQ9_iwp4IOts6RujRX2tPmTR0C1CuUw/s1600-h/watch_this_spot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj11smxWrxnIzzUs8O3hL0q8TfNQMMTcLd2kJopP4bZRltDQoBRaDoknonz4hyzzVVqc6fMF1HjPxFnm5VrbaV8_hG5bqMsHBb5IE24oDONQ9_iwp4IOts6RujRX2tPmTR0C1CuUw/s320/watch_this_spot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176038449471975746" border="0" /></a>cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-14956578459477115342008-01-21T17:47:00.000+05:302008-01-21T17:50:07.144+05:30New year resolution - little late"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-50526866447982744502008-01-11T22:59:00.000+05:302008-01-11T23:02:55.430+05:30AganjúI have no idea what the song means as it is in Portuguese, but I love it.<br /><br />Here is what someone summarized it:<br /><br />A Daydream Unfolding | <i>Reviewer: Lao Tzu Bravo</i> | <i>1/4/2008<br /><br /></i>"Imagine lying on a hammock made of clouds, rocking in a cool breeze on a warm summer day. Add to this a daydream of love: lost, found or yearned for. As you nestle into this spot, this song is the sound you'll hear..."<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Aganj%C3%BA-lyrics-Bebel-Gilberto/1CC99DD094CA3A7548256EB100294457">Lyrics</a>cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-36396406579418540952007-02-28T14:09:00.001+05:302007-02-28T14:14:01.406+05:30SAVE THE BONES FOR HENRY JONES(Danny Barker / Vernon Lee aka Michael H. Goldson)<br />Nat King Cole & Johnny Mercer<br /><br /><br />We’re gonna have a supper<br />We’ll eat some food that’s rare<br />And at the head of the table<br />We’ll place brother Henry’s chair<br />Invite all the local big dogs<br />We’ll laugh and talk and eat<br />But we’ll save the bones for Henry Jones<br />‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat<br /><br />Today I’ll go to market<br />Buy up a lotta fish<br />Well, that will thrill brother Henry<br />‘Cause fish is his special dish<br />Get a large can of molasses<br />Have something really sweet<br />But we’ll save the bones for Henry Jones<br />‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat<br /><br />Henry is not a drinker<br />He rarely takes a nip<br />He don’t need a napkin<br />‘Cause the things he eats don’t drip – blip!<br />One day we had a banquet<br />It really was a bake<br />They started off with short ribs<br />Then finished off with steak<br />But when the feast was over<br />Brother Henry just kept his seat<br />And we served the bones to Henry Jones<br />‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat<br /><br />Our banquet was most proper<br />Right down to demitasse<br />From soup to lox and bagels<br />And pheasant under glass – class!<br />We thought the chops were mellow<br />He said his chops were beat – reet!<br />We served the bones to Henry Jones<br />‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat<br />He’s an egg man<br />Henry don’t eat no meat<br />He loves a pullet<br />Henry don’t eat no meat<br />A vegetarian<br />Henry?<br />Coming mother!<br />Soup’s oncyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1152543924486179432006-07-10T20:34:00.000+05:302006-07-10T20:35:24.503+05:30Adult ResignationTo Whom It May Concern:<br /><br />I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.<br /><br />I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.<br />I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.<br />I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.<br />I want to play kickball during recess and paint with watercolors in art.<br />I want to lie under a big Oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summers day.<br />I want to return to a time when life was simple.<br />I want to know only colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes.<br />I want to think that the world is fair and that everyone in it is honest and good.<br /><br />Somewhere in my youth...I matured and I learned too much.<br />I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused children.<br />I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death.<br />I learned of a world where men left their families to go and fight for our country, and returned only to end up living on the streets... begging for their next meal.<br />I learned of a world where children knew how to kill...and did.<br /><br />I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by little things once again.<br />I want to return to the days when reading was fun and music was clean.<br />I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something I use for escape from the things I should be doing.<br />I want to live knowing the little things I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them.<br />I want to believe that anything is possible.<br />I want to be naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I was.<br />I want to walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the prettiest seashell I could find.<br />I want to spend my afternoon climbing trees and riding my bike.<br /><br />Somewhere in my youth...I matured and I learned too much.<br />I learned of computer crashes of mountains of paperwork.<br />I learned of depressing news of how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank.<br />I learned of doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.<br />I learned of politics, rasicism and discrimination.<br /><br />I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs and a kind word.<br />I want to see the world not as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me.<br />I want to be naive enough to think that if I'm happy, so is everyone else.<br />I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike.<br />I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, and what I'll be.<br />I want to live simple again.<br /><br />I want that time back.<br />I want to be 6 again.<br /><br />And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause,<br /><br />"Tag! You're It."<br /><br />From http://houghi.org/cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1150729038172327592006-06-19T20:26:00.000+05:302007-02-28T14:16:33.090+05:30Random Quote"Most of my poems are written in haste, and therefore resultantly lacking in taste. Yet people who read them and think they are fine, must surely have taste just as rotten as mine." From "B.C Right On" by Johnny Hart<br /><br />Found it here http://rfte.blogspot.com/cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1150728727869842142006-06-19T20:20:00.000+05:302006-06-19T20:22:07.913+05:30A poem in C/***********************************************************/<br />/* Short Poem */<br />/***********************************************************/<br /><br />#include <stdio.h><br /><br />/***********************************************************/<br /><br /> main () /* Poem */<br /><br /> {<br /> printf ("Astronomy is %dderful \n",1);<br /> printf ("And interesting %d \n",2);<br /> printf ("The ear%d volves around the sun \n",3);<br /> printf ("And makes a year %d you \n",4);<br /> printf ("The moon affects the sur %d heard \n",5);<br /> printf ("By law of phy%d great \n",6);<br /> printf ("It %d when the the stars so bright \n",7);<br /> printf ("Do nightly scintill%d \n",8);<br /> printf ("If watchful providence be%d \n",9);<br /> printf ("With good intentions fraught \n");<br /> printf ("Should not keep up her watch divine \n");<br /> printf ("We soon should come to %d \n",0);<br /> }<br /><br />Guess what the output is of the above c code, click on the 'comment' to find out.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1148967991292761102006-05-30T11:14:00.000+05:302006-05-30T11:16:31.303+05:30A Little Poem About NowThere is now<br />Is there now?<br />Now there is.<br /><br />Is there now?<br />Now there is.<br />Now is there?<br /><br />This little poem sprang into my mind one night a few years ago, just out of the blue. Just three words, three orders, and reversed. But is it more than just wordplay? I continue to ponder what it means… and how it can have meaning.<br />There was now<br />Was there now?<br />Now there was…<br />_______________<br />From http://www.chromakode.com/blogcyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1145508238746991982006-04-20T10:13:00.000+05:302006-04-20T10:13:58.756+05:30"Description"George said, "God is short and fat."<br /> Nick said, "No, He's tall and lean."<br /> Len said, "With a long white beard."<br /> "No," said John, "He's shaven clean."<br /> Will said, "He's black," Bob said, "He's white."<br /> Rhonda Rose said, "He's a She."<br /> I smiled but never showed 'em all<br /> The autographed photograph God sent to me.<br /><br /> -- Shel Silversteincyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1144731889140600192006-04-11T10:33:00.000+05:302006-04-11T10:34:49.156+05:30Dearest creature in creationThe matter is settled. The poem has been signaled in Drop Your Foreign Accent - Engelse<br />Uitspraakoefeningen, by G. Nolst Trenite ("with an accent on the last e", as my source revealed), 5th revised edition, published by H.D.Tjeenk Willink & Zoon, Haarlem 1929. Many thanks to C.J. Koster for unearthing the context of the poem. <br /><br />Dearest creature in creation,<br /><br /> Study English pronunciation.<br /> I will teach you in my verse<br /> Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.<br /> I will keep you, Suzy, busy,<br /> Make your head with heat grow dizzy.<br /> Tear in eye, your dress will tear,<br /> So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.<br /><br /> Liberty, library, heave and heaven,<br /> Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.<br /> We say hallowed but allowed,<br /> People, leopard, towed, but vowed.<br /> Mark the differences, moreover,<br /> Between mover, cover, clover;<br /> Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,<br /> Chalice, but police and lice;<br /> Camen, constable, unstable,<br /> Principle, disciple, label.<br /><br /> Just compare heart, beard, and heard,<br /> Dies and diet, lord and word,<br /> Sword and sward, retain and Britain<br /> (Mind the latter, how it's written).<br /> Now I surely will not plague you<br /> With such words as plaque and ague.<br /> But be careful how you speak:<br /> Say break and steak, but bleak and streak.<br /> Petal, panel, and canal,<br /> Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.<br /> Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,<br /> Senator, spectator, mayor.<br /> Tour, but our and succour, four.<br /> Gas, alas, and Arkansas.<br /><br /> Cloven, oven, how and low,<br /> Script, receipt, show, poem, toe.<br /> Hear me say, devoid of trickery,<br /> Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,<br /> Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,<br /> Exiles, similes, and reviles;<br /> Scholar, vicar, and cigar,<br /> Solar, mica, war and far;<br /> One anemone, Balmoral,<br /> Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;<br /> Gertrude, German, wind and mind,<br /> Scene, Melpomene, mankind.<br /><br /> Sea, idea, Korea, area,<br /> Psalm, Maria, but malaria.<br /> Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.<br /> Doctrine, turpentine, marine. <br /> Compare alien with Italian,<br /> Dandelion and battalion.<br /> Sally wil ally, yea, ye,<br /> Eye, I, ay, aye, when, and key.<br /> Say aver, but ever, fever,<br /> Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.<br /> Heron, granary, canary.<br /> Crevice and device and aerie.<br /><br /> Billet does not rhyme with ballet,<br /> Bouqet, wallet, mallet, chalet.<br /> Blood and flood are not like food,<br /> Nor is mould like should and would.<br /> Viscous, viscount, load and broad,<br /> Toward, to forward, to reward.<br /> And your pronunciation's OK<br /> When you correctly say croquet,<br /> Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,<br /> Friend and fiend, alive and live.<br /><br /> Face, but preface, not efface.<br /> Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.<br /> Large, but target, gin, give, verging,<br /> Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.<br /> Ear, but earn and wear and tear<br /> Do not rhyme with here but ere.<br /> Seven is right, but so is even,<br /> Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,<br /> Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,<br /> Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.<br /><br /> Ivy, privy, famous; clamour<br /> And enamour rhyme with hammer.<br /> River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,<br /> Doll and roll and some and home.<br /> Stranger does not rhyme with anger,<br /> Neither does devour with clangour.<br /> Sould but foul, haunt but aunt,<br /> Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,<br /> Shoes, goes, does*. Now first say finger,<br /> And then singer, ginger, linger,<br /> Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge, gauge,<br /> Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.<br /><br /> Pronunciation - think of Psyche!<br /> Is a paling stout and spikey?<br /> Won't it make you lose your wits, writing groats and<br /> saying grits?<br /> It's a dark abyss or tunnel:<br /> Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,<br /> Islington and Isle of Wight,<br /> Housewife, verdict and indict.<br /><br /> Query does not rhyme with very,<br /> Nor does fury sound like bury.<br /> Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.<br /> Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.<br /> Though the difference seems little,<br /> We say actual but victual.<br /> Refer does not rhyme with deafer.<br /> Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.<br /> Mind, pint, senate and sedate;<br /> Dull, bull, and George ate late.<br /> Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,<br /> Science, conscience, scientific.<br /><br /> Finally, which rhymes with enough -<br /> Though, through, plough, dough, or cough?<br /> Hiccough has the sound of cup,<br /> My advice is to give it up!!!<br /><br /> * No, you are wrong. This is the plural of doe. <br />________________________<br />From SUSE LINUX mailing list, where geeks talk.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1141714587885583032006-03-07T12:24:00.000+05:302006-03-07T12:26:27.900+05:30A Plan for the Improvement of English Spelling by Mark TwainFor example, in Year 1 that useless letter "c" would be dropped<br />to be replased either by "k" or "s", and likewise "x" would no longer<br />be part of the alphabet. The only kase in which "c" would be retained<br />would be the "ch" formation, which will be dealt with later. Year 2<br />might reform "w" spelling, so that "which" and "one" would take the<br />same konsonant, wile Year 3 might well abolish "y" replasing it with<br />"i" and Iear 4 might fiks the "g/j" anomali wonse and for all.<br /><br />Jenerally, then, the improvement would kontinue iear bai iear<br />with Iear 5 doing awai with useless double konsonants, and Iears 6-12<br />or so modifaiing vowlz and the rimeining voist and unvoist konsonants.<br />Bai Iear 15 or sou, it wud fainali bi posibl tu meik ius ov thi<br />ridandant letez "c", "y" and "x" -- bai now jast a memori in the maindz<br />ov ould doderez -- tu riplais "ch", "sh", and "th" rispektivli.<br /> <br />Fainali, xen, aafte sam 20 iers ov orxogrefkl riform, wi wud<br />hev a lojikl, kohirnt speling in ius xrewawt xe Ingliy-spiking werld.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1141532751288184982006-03-05T09:54:00.000+05:302006-03-05T09:55:51.296+05:30Its a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word.<br />-Andrew Jacksoncyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1136105869711179222006-01-01T14:27:00.000+05:302006-01-01T14:27:49.710+05:30Happy New YearWish you all a very happy and fulfilling new year.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1136105827575863592006-01-01T14:25:00.000+05:302006-01-01T14:27:07.630+05:30A blade of grass - Brian PattenYou ask for a poem.<br />I offer you a blade of grass.<br />You say it is not good enough.<br />You ask for a poem.<br /><br />I say this blade of grass will do.<br />It has dressed itself in frost,<br />It is more immediate<br />Than any image of my making.<br /><br />You say it is not a poem,<br />It is a blade of grass and grass<br />Is not quite good enough.<br />I offer you a blade of grass.<br /><br />You are indignant.<br />You say it is too easy to offer grass.<br />It is absurd.<br />Anyone can offer a blade of grass.<br /><br />You ask for a poem.<br />And so I write you a tragedy about<br />How a blade of grass<br />Becomes more and more difficult to offer,<br /><br />And about how as you grow older<br />A blade of grass<br />Becomes more difficult to accept.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1135919502457161982005-12-30T10:22:00.000+05:302005-12-30T10:41:42.480+05:30"A Note"Life is the only way<br /> to get covered in leaves,<br /> catch your breath on the sand,<br /> rise on wings;<br /><br /> to be a dog,<br /> or stroke its warm fur;<br /><br /> to tell pain<br /> from everything it's not;<br /><br /> to squeeze inside events,<br /> dawdle in views,<br /> to seek the least of all possible mistakes.<br /><br /> An extraordinary chance<br /> to remember for a moment<br /> a conversation held<br /> with the lamp switched off;<br /><br /> and if only once<br /> to stumble upon a stone,<br /> end up soaked in one downpour or another,<br /><br /> mislay your keys in the grass;<br /> and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;<br /> and to keep on not knowing<br /> something important.<br /><br /> -- by Wislawa Szymborska<br /> (Translated from the Polish, by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh.)<br /><br />Visit Szymborska's <a href="http://nobelprize.org/literature/laureates/1996/szymborska-lecture.html">Nobel acceptance speech</a>.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1135258509253438812005-12-22T19:03:00.000+05:302005-12-22T19:05:27.420+05:30Science Quote"Science works whether you believe in it or not. That's what's really cool about it"<br /><br />A quote by The American Association for the Advancement of Science (AAAS)cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1134654345991555512005-12-15T19:12:00.000+05:302005-12-15T19:15:46.003+05:30A woman has a close male friend.DragonflyBlade21: A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.<br /><br />__________________<br /><br />Found on www.bash.org.cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1134210771602404732005-12-10T16:00:00.000+05:302005-12-10T16:02:51.613+05:30Rubik's Cube Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/1600/checkerscube.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/320/checkerscube.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/1600/fishchipscube.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/320/fishchipscube.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/1600/checksnstripescube.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/320/checksnstripescube.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/1600/fishcube2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/320/fishcube2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/1600/oharrow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/367/320/oharrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>cyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629629.post-1132048892603671512005-11-15T15:17:00.000+05:302005-11-15T15:31:32.626+05:30Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read PoetryRelax. This won't last long.<br />Or if it does, or if the lines<br />make you sleepy or bored,<br />give in to sleep, turn on<br />the T.V., deal the cards.<br />This poem is built to withstand<br />such things. Its feelings<br />cannot be hurt. They exist<br />somewhere in the poet,<br />and I am far away.<br />Pick it up anytime. Start it<br />in the middle if you wish.<br />It is as approachable as melodrama,<br />and can offer you violence<br />if it is violence you like. Look,<br />there's a man on a sidewalk;<br />the way his leg is quivering<br />he'll never be the same again.<br />This is your poem<br />and I know you're busy at the office<br />or the kids are into your last nerve.<br />Maybe it's sex you've always wanted.<br />Well, they lie together<br />like the party's unbuttoned coats,<br />slumped on the bed<br />waiting for drunken arms to move them.<br />I don't think you want me to go on;<br />everyone has his expectations, but this<br />is a poem for the entire family.<br />Right now, Budweiser<br />is dripping from a waterfall,<br />deodorants are hissing into armpits<br />of people you resemble,<br />and the two lovers are dressing now,<br />saying farewell.<br />I don't know what music this poem<br />can come up with, but clearly<br />it's needed. For it's apparent<br />they will never see each other again<br />and we need music for this<br />because there was never music when he or she<br />left you standing on the corner.<br />You see, I want this poem to be nicer<br />than life. I want you to look at it<br />when anxiety zigzags your stomach<br />and the last tranquilizer is gone<br />and you need someone to tell you<br />I'll be here when you want me<br />like the sound inside a shell.<br />The poem is saying that to you now.<br />But don't give anything for this poem.<br />It doesn't expect much. It will never say more<br />than listening can explain.<br />Just keep it in your attache case<br />or in your house. And if you're not asleep<br />by now, or bored beyond sense,<br />the poem wants you to laugh. Laugh at<br />yourself, laugh at this poem, at all poetry.<br />Come on:<br /><br />Good. Now here's what poetry can do.<br /><br />Imagine yourself a caterpillar.<br />There's an awful shrug and, suddenly,<br />You're beautiful for as long as you live.<br /><br />by Stephen Dunncyberorghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14300481604272039904noreply@blogger.com1