Chha la na thui no We live in a web of ideas, a fabric of our own making.
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Man is more powerful than matter.
Always expect the worst, and you will never be disappointed.
What the eye does not admire the heart does not desire.
Each man must grant himself the emotions that he needs and the morality that suits him.
Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love
Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.
We're all in this alone.
If an angel were ever to tell us anything of his philosophy I believe many propositions would sound like 2 times 2 equals 13. None knows the weight of another's burden.
Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency.The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
It's a mining town in lotus land.
The battle that never ends is the battle of belief against unbelief.
The biggest shortage of all is the shortage of common sense.
The degree of one's emotions varies inversely with one's knowledge of the facts- the less you know the hotter you get.
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VIPPER2005-01-11 5:19
We think in generalities, but we live in details. -Alfred North Whitehead (1861-1947)
From that day on there were new rules in my classroom. Each student was to have an adult 'communication partner' at the computer. This adult was to sit with the child, not saying a word until the student stopped and looked at the adult or in some other way indicated that communication was desired. Then the adult was only to encourage the student by saying the word, nodding the headand smiling. The student was allowed to continue his or her learning. When the student imitated a word, the adult was to respond appropriately. NO QUESTIONS WERE ALLOWED during this beginning phase. The students were just learning to talk.
If a million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing. -Anatole France [Jacques Anatole Thibault] (1844-1924)
Then came THE PARENT. (Now, you need to know, I love the parents of the children I teach.) This parent arrived on the scene with her son who had Down?s Syndrome. She wanted a piece of software with REAL photos, one on each screen with the word in text and the word spoken aloud. I looked at her and thought to myself, ?B-O-R-I-N-G. The child will NEVER respond to that.?
Whenever you find you are on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. -Mark Twain [Samuel Langhornne Clemens] (1835-1910)
Do those gardners regret walking carefully?
When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other. -Eric Hoffer (1902-1983)
Then I started 'teaching'. You know, I'm a good teacher. (Well, maybe just an average teacher, but you get the jist). I know what good teachers do. Or I thought I did. I sat with the children at the computer. When they pressed the IntelliKeys' keyboard or the Touch Window' and the computer said the word, I repeated the word and then expanded on the word. After they had pressed the same word several times, I said, "That's right, that's a cat, can you find the dog?? Suddenly, I would see the child's back get stiff, and before you knew it, he got up and left the computer. I didn't understand. Just a few seconds ago, he loved it. What happened?
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VIPPER2005-01-11 13:15
I felt dejected after being rejected from a nightclub by the greasy doorman and sat on the nearest bench to have a cigarette. A homeless guys sits next to me and asks for a light, so I give him my box of matches and turn the other way. He lights up what smells like a joint and although I would love to hit the shit, it could be that or worse so I keep looking the other way and about five minutes of silence passes until he taps me on the shoulder and says, "If you give me a dollar I will make it into ten and give you half" so I am like what the fuck and get up to walk away but something makes me sit down again and give him that coin (this is Australia) so anyway I think I will never see it again but he actually does something which is impressive considering he is at rockbottom and is now stoned and he actually waves his hand around, blows in it and all that usual trickster shit and out of nowhere produces not a ten dollar but a fucking fifty dollar note and he goes, "here have all of it" I am now thinking he is probably going to kill me literally if I take it but I do anyway just to see what he does he then asks if I have a light again and I am like, "You got my matches remember?" I now think he is fucking crazy but at least I will be able to keep the fifty, and he fishes in his pocket and gets them out and says, "Here now burn the money and then I can double it for ya" I ask him to burn it and give it back to him but he just puts everything back into his coat pockets and tells me I do not believe in magic. Anyway to make a long story short he played all these mindgames and kept producing all this cash out of nowhere and I eventually realised he was not homeless but just some sort of escaped mental patient on the loose and I spent the whole night with him exchanging coins for bills, cigarettes for joints (I am getting all the good shit) and the when the sun began to rise he asked me to marry him but I said sorry I am a lesbian but out of some strange kindess/craziness in my heart I fucked him in an alley way and went back to my hotel afterwards, dirty and disgusted with myself but I found that I had $175 of his money, now mine. And to this day, two years later, I still wonder, was that an act of prostitution or did someone just get lucky and is so, who?