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Peer EnvyInspiring article about Envy and materialism.
I really have to try to keep these ideas in the front of my brain instead of buried under all the detritus.
He who knows he has enough is richA small house well filled is better than an empty palace.It is better to live within one's own means than to try to impress anybody else.
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I desperately need a haircut.
I really think this is the very best selection to choose from. It really makes those horrible books at the salon look like so much fish wrapping. Oh! and lookie here. Hair styles for boys too:
Images: Matilda Harrison
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Listening to loads of politcal news the last few days. There is a pitchfork that is prodding the Republican party, and it keeps getting prongs added to it. A happy new year's gift to democrats...
A liberal is a man or a woman or a child who looks forward to a better day, a more tranquil night, and a bright, infinite future. Leonard Bernstein, The New York Times, 30 October 1988
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Sky Fact for Today:Earth is appraching Perihelion (closest to the sun for the year in its slightly elliptical orbit) on January 4.
This means that the dark time is ending as we crawl toward the year's longest day. I suffer terribly at this time of year. Driving rush hour traffic at the midnight of 5pm makes me crazy. My plan? Get out for diverse enjoyments through the rest of this month. Exercise more. Eat only nice things. Do pleasant work.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. — Christina Rossetti
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Out with the old. In with the new. Looking for change and good fortune this coming year.New Year's is always fraught with looking both forward and backward. This brings to mind that old wordplay game, Palindromes.
Good palindromes should make some sort of syntactical sense (Able was I ere I saw Elba) (Dennis and Edna Sinned) (A man, A plan, A Canal, Panama)
Here's my personal favourite. This poem's first line is the greatest palindrome EVER "Flee to me remote elf".
Unfortunately the rest of the poem is merely silly and not very true to the syntax idea. Still fun tho'.
The folowing lines read the same backward and forward.
Flee to me, remote elf—Sal a dewan desired;Now is a Late-Petal Era.We fade: lucid Iris, red Rose of Sharon;Goldenrod a silly ram ate.Wan olives teem (ah, Satan lives!);A star eyes pale Roses.Revel, big elf on a mayonnaise man—A tinsel baton-dragging nice elf too.Lisp, oh sibyl, dragging Nola along;Niggardly bishops I loot.Fleecing niggard notables Nita names,I annoy a Man of Legible Verse.So relapse, ye rats, As evil Natasha meets EvilOn a wet, amaryllis-adorned log.Norah's foes' orders (I ridiculed a few) are late, Pet.Alas, I wonder! Is Edna wed?Alas—flee to me remote elf.— Howard W. Bergeron (from Willard Espy's Almanac of Words at Play)
