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LiveJournal for white sheep.
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Saturday, September 20th, 2003 |
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"People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway. You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway." |
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Thursday, September 18th, 2003 |
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"Dorothy: Ma, what are you doing? Sophia: Filling sandbags, Dorothy! There's a hurricane a' comin'! Dorothy: A' comin'? Sophia: That's right. People only use the 'a when a really big storm is a' comin or a' brewin,' so grab a sack and start a' shovelin'! Dorothy: Ma, the weather report said nothing about a hurricane. Sophia: Ida Pearlberg down at the senior center woke up this morning with a leg cramp. Need I say more? Dorothy: Yes. Sophia: Dorothy, when you get around my age, two things happen. One, you get more intuitive about the weather, and two, corn becomes your enemy. Dorothy: Ma, even if there is a hurricane a' comin'- Sophia: Don't patronize me. Dorothy: I'm not patronizing you. I'm a' mockin' you!" |
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Tuesday, September 16th, 2003 |
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I have a deep hatred for shopping, particularly for clothes. This abomination mainly stems from my distaste of commercialism and capitalism. Going to the dentist enlightens me more than the thought of running amuck around the mall in search of apparel. The clothing styles of this generation are nothing short of trashy. I hate the thought of sifting through racks of clothes looking for plain shirts amist a sea of glittery numbers that have sayings on them like "Hottie" and "Take a Number, Boys." I get no thrills out of wasting hundreds of dollars on items made in sweat shops where children get a few cents per hour to work, either. This is a problem, however, because I do, in fact, need clothes. I am not one of those girls who walks into her walk-in closet bursting with apparel and says "Oh my God! I have nothing to wear!" Instead, I have my few favorite items that seem to get worn more than most people want to see me in them, and that's that. I drove to the mall a few days ago determined to find some warm winter clothes (because I'm cold already!), and ended up driving home before even walking through the mall's entrance. Yes, my problems with shopping are that bad. I wish I could make my own clothes (or at least live close enough to Katie ![]() I hate relying on the higher authority for everything. I want to make my own clothes, grow my own food, teach my own children, and live some sort of self-sufficient existence. I stopped eating red meat years ago, but I'm to the point now where I feel the need to cut out chicken and the rest, too. Not only do they treat the animals inhumanely, but we no longer know what is in the food we're eating. What are the hormones that they injected the animals with doing to our bodies? And how about the pesticides on all of the vegetables we eat? They keep searching for a cure to cancer, but how about doing something about the source of the problem? Maybe it's time to ask grandma to show me how to crochet again. Baby steps toward change, the only way to do it. |
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Saturday, September 13th, 2003 |
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Friday, September 12th, 2003 |
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I'd like to personally invite all of you to my favorite new community, ![]() ![]() |
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Wednesday, September 10th, 2003 |
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Dear Period, It has been one month to the day since we last saw each other. I don't mean to be a nag, but where are you? You and I both know that I'm not pregnant, as the possibility of being the second coming of the Virgin Mary is not likely. But even so, I just like knowing you're on your way. That's not asking for too much, is it? Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy swimming today, but please don't take that as I'd prefer for you to stay away. I would have been just as happy to have had your company and a late afternoon nap instead. So, all I'm asking is that you stop by, the sooner the better. You don't have to stay long, just long enough to let me know you haven't forgotten the routine. Regards, The Body |
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Tuesday, September 9th, 2003 |
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One of the moral dilemmas brought up in Randy Cohen’s column, “The Ethicist,” (NY Times Magazine) deals with whether or not a sibling of a university student should be permitted access to internet resources unavailable to the general public via an internet password. The person writing in to Cohen seemed to feel that since thousands of dollars were being spent on tuition, it was okay for his sibling to “share the wealth” (so to speak) and allow him access to the information. Personally, I couldn’t agree more. I believe Cohen’s response was exaggerated. Personally, I do not believe that universities would lose all that much money by students sharing their bounty of information. And if even if they do, I think that is okay, too. The tuition that universities require is absolutely out of hand. Students are often buried in loans by graduation day, only to spend the latter part of their adult lives working to tread their way out of debt. What makes that ethical? ( Read more... ) |
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As I believe, nor any balm, except the Muses." -The Cyclops' Serenade, Theocritus ( If you care to read the poem... ) |
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Thursday, September 4th, 2003 |
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( Dick likes Jane. ) | ||||
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003 |
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As the freedom that summer brings draws to a close tomorrow with the beginning of a new semester, I would like to share with you all the wonderful books I've gotten the opportunity to read this past summer. Surprisingly enough, all 16 of these books are worthy reads and I would recommend them all. 1. How the Garcia Girls Lost their Accents by Julia Alvarez 2. ¡Yo! by Julia Alvarez 3. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera (This is one of those books that draws you in, and doesn't let you up for air until the last page. Thought-provoking, truthful, real...) 4. The Dolphin: Story of a Dreamer by Sergio Bambaren (Suggested by ![]() 5. Identity by Milan Kundera 6. Immortality by Milan Kundera ( Read more... ) |
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Tuesday, August 26th, 2003 |
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-Teitur, 'You're the Ocean' |
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Tuesday, July 15th, 2003 |
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We mark our lives by personal milestones, a stamping of the inkblot, a ripple effect in what we would call the density of our lives. While these milestones do not truly capture the essence of our lives and seem to act as placeholders in our memory books more than anything else, they are a part of the continuum, giving our lives some sort of depth in the void. Today my grandma turns 79 years young. My grandma, witty and wise, hasn't lost one ounce of her spunk in the twenty-one years I have known her. My grandma and I are a team of our own. When the world gives us lemons, at least we have each other. "We see so much of your grandma in you," is a phrase I have heard time and time again, and does nothing but replenish happiness in my heart to know that woven within me are the fibers of such an amazing woman. Perhaps as teenagers we all go through that stage of necessary development where we see nothing of ourselves in those related to us. But as we search to find ourselves, we begin to see that the generation of family is just like looking into a river. We see our reflections as we look into the water, but as we gaze deeper it becomes clear to see that we are past generations as well as generations yet to come. Yes, we all have our own thoughts and are our own beings, but we also are what has been as well as what is yet to be. ( Read more... ) |
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Monday, July 7th, 2003 |
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"I am Made of You" By Ricky Martin I came a long way from out of nowhere I stand before you all alone Like a wolf's cry in the distance I heard the calling of your soul Oh I hear you cryin' With your love show me how to live As you are made of me and I am made of you With your light show me how to give You are made of me and I am made of you We'll walk together through the fire Through the darkness to the sun Like two raging rivers full of passion At the ocean we are one Oh I hear you cryin' ( ...Read more... ) |
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Wednesday, June 25th, 2003 |
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Tomorrow I will be giving my final speech in my oral communication class. It will not go word for word as I have typed out here, but this is the gist of it. It is a simple speech, but one I hope that portrays a strong message. ( What is a Family? ) | ||||||
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Sunday, June 22nd, 2003 |
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Whether you are a fan of Ricky Martin or not, I invite you to read his recent speech delivered at an international peace conference held in San Juan. He spoke as a part of the "Creators of Illusion" segment. This man is more than just a pop star with swiveling hips. He is a voice of compassion, love for humanity, and spirituality, with a vision for the future generations of our world. ( Read speech here. ) | ||||
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-Ricky Martin |
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Friday, June 20th, 2003 |
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By Pablo Neruda (LXIX From: 'Cien sonetos de amor') Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be. |
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Tuesday, June 17th, 2003 |
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-The Dolphin: Story of a Dreamer by Sergio Bambaren |
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Sunday, June 8th, 2003 |
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My Results (supposedly) #1. Mahayana Buddhism (100%) (huh? But I believe in the transmigration of souls!) #2. Neo-Pagan (96%) #3. New Age (95%) #4. Unitarian Universalism (90%) #5. Theravada Buddhism (90%) #6. Taoism (80%) #7. Liberal Quakers (77%) ( Read More... ) |
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Saturday, May 31st, 2003 |
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-Samantha Stevens, “Bewitched” |
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LiveJournal for white sheep.
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