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Today I went through some of my old writings. A few pieces seemed so quaint, and I couldn’t seem to continue writing with the same heart or spirit. Do our writings grow up over the years, too?
Today I went through some of my old writings. A few pieces seemed so quaint, and I couldn’t seem to continue writing with the same heart or spirit. Do our writings grow up over the years, too?
Ok, I’ll admit it, I’ve been MMOing. Classes have been a joke so I haven’t really put much thought into them. Tuesday and Thursday have consistently been days for eating lunch and sleeping in class. If I were more diligent, do you think the sun would come out for me?
It just occurred to me (after a nice round of coffee, of course), that perhaps I should be starting to study for the GREs. I don’t mind studying so much nowadays, especially when I overhear such strange sounds on Vent. I still can’t help but think that some of these people have voice transformers.
Classes are going to be such a bore, and it’s unfortunate I’ve ran out of course choices in the summer.
Strange - years and years later, I no longer feel emotions upon losing a friend.
http://bit.ly/cpQAtH -> Deaths in Greek strike - people dying over this? That is ridiculous.
http://nyti.ms/ch68f3 -> Graphical debt woes, this is awfully neat.
“George [Papandreou] might have got the money, he might have staved off bankruptcy, but he has to extract £26bn worth of cuts in three years. His battles will now be fought out on the streets. The IMF negotiator casually mentioned yesterday that “the need for deeper cuts could not be ruled out”. ”
“Greek public sector workers begin a 48-hour strike in protest at austerity measures including wage and pension cuts.”
“Already, the government’s proposals for deep spending cuts have stoked strong resentments in a country where one out of three people is employed in the civil service that, until now, has guaranteed jobs for life.”
None of the following thoughts are complete yet; in fact, some of them may be direct quotations. I’m putting these down here for my convenience and ease of edit, since I doubt anything will be worth plagiarizing:
Of course, I respect folks of different beliefs in the same way that I respect folks who like mint in their chocolates - as long as as the reason isn’t too implausible and difficult to accept.
It is somewhat difficult, however, to envisage that Antony Flew would suddenly turn believer from atheist (I don’t think he was even on his deathbed yet) simply because life is intricate and must have been created by higher intelligence. Even if it was, it doesn’t have to be the Christian God, does it?
I have come across testimonies stating that reading the Bible calmed their hearts, and while I do admit the Psalms are beautiful, most parts of the Old Testament scared the crap out of me. If there was a God, I imagine he’d be a fairly reasonable being and not the angry old man so described in the Old Testament.
In fact, I think that God probably wouldn’t be opposed to having some sort of regular open dialogue with us, you know, “Sunday Night Cafe Talk with God”, or something?
Of course, all this God business does not alter my respect for Sir Issac Newton (did you know he was Master of the Mint, and partly responsible for the pre-WWI gold standard as well?).
It simply takes too long to think up something interesting to write about in my own blog, and offers far less enjoyable potential than just reading other blogs - since few comments are useful here.
I think that twentieth century economic history, despite its lack of requirements other than memorizing history, and game theory, despite the amount of brain activity it attempts to stir up within my lazy self - are my favourite two courses.
One of my favourite people has been playing computer games for the last four months, probably fifteen hours a day on average or something like that. When will my life be so blissfully inactive?
Her daily poems are beautiful. Sometimes the lines about dandelions, in an unfitting fashion, remind me that I never finished that one book by Hardy.
This is one of those odd questions: my right middle finger has been all but flattened at the tip due to excessive writing (clearly with the wrong posture), so if I stop writing and type everything from now on - will my finger and nail regain their original shapes?