yup, it's that time again.
the day where you wake up feeling absolutely exhausted after a good half-a-night's rest (if you can call it that).
aches and
pains appear to taunt you at your most vulnerable state, and after a religious routine that involves coffee and newspapers, arrive at the sentence hall you affectionately call "
work".work may be fun, or not. you may be excited to tackle the projects, or you may be getting paid constructing excel databases that detail how much time you have until you retire. whatever your prescription,
work is. necessary.
-->home.tired;
eat;
t.v.;
maybe some classes you take on the side to "improve" yourself, classes that you cram in your spare time so that you will be doing something "practical".
you go to sleep exhausted, and the cycle repeats.
and repeats.
why do you spend all your life searching for happiness when it is right beside you?
"the voice spoke timidly, as if a star spoke"
3 weeks, ça sert à quoi?
*smiles* 525 600...
what?
Did you make the most of your life today?
How to Grow a Blog
The world works in miraculous ways sometimes, dunnit?
See you all in a month.
Even after being in my warm, toasty house for over 2 hours AND taking a scalding shower, I am still cold.
The Habitat build was sooo awesome!! Despite the fact that it was like, negative 300 outside (can you consider it "outside"? It was
inside a house...with no windows. And which half the doors couldn't close. And there was no heating or insulation in the walls...)
I felt so uninteresting in my group.
There was this one guy, "Fernando" who came from Columbia 18 months ago, and is an architect. He came to Canada for the experience. He was this tiny little guy that sure knew what he was doing.
Then there was "Dave". He has been to more countries than I came name! He went bicycling through Africa. FROM LONDON, ENGLAND to SOUTH AFRICA, to be exact. That is crazy. My brain cannot even comprehend that distance..
to make a long story short, he contracted malaria, almost got killed from a war that was going on in Zaire at the time, slept in villages with total strangers, found out that the stuff they put on World Vision is total BS, ("you hear them laughing...they're so happy despite their poverty") and lost about 50 pounds.
When he went to school at Ryerson (for MUSIC! and afterwards for ECE) , he held a job as a box mover. (Moving boxes into trucks.) He said that this guy always showed up to work in a suit. Of course, Dave asked the guy why he always wore a suit. I mean, common sense dictates that you should wear sweat pants or something when doing hard, physical labour.
As it turned out, that guy held a PhD in mathematics, but after he moved here he couldn't find a job. So he was stuck with moving boxes to make a living for his wife and children.
...hmm. I wonder if I should take a year off school and just travel? Seems like that's where all the learning is...
A Static Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, in a land far beyond the end of the rainbow, there lived a certain Prince Edelbert, who was tall and athletic (175lbs of rippling muscles) and handsome, with a magnificent tan and flashing white teeth, and courageous, but not too bright.
Like all fairy tale princes, Edelbert was in love with a beautiful princess who lived on the other side of the forest. The princess Griselda had long golden tresses, sparkling blue eyes, and even though she was only a princess, a queen-sized bosom (115 lbs of nubile pulchritude). And she was in love with Edelbert, but the course of true love never did run smooth, and her hand (and other choice portions of her anatomy) had been promised to the king of a nearby country. This king was old and fat, and he had some rather peculiar personal habits. But he was very rich, and was therefore fawned upon by the wicked duke who was Griselda's guardian.
The wedding date was arranged, and the wicked duke imprisoned the beautiful Griselda in a glass tower, to prevent her abduction by any handsome princes. But Edelbert was not so easily put off--he bought himself a ladder--60 ft long, with its centre of mass 20 ft from one end, and weighing 50 lbs. Since he had been a student of physics, he knew that the ladder should be used with its heavier end on the ground, but more than this, he knew that no engineering venture should be attempted without some preliminary feasibility tests.
So he set his ladder against his own glass tower (they were quite common in those days) at an angle of 65° with the ground, and knowing the coefficient of static friction between the foot of the ladder and the ground to be 0.4, he found he could climb to the top of the ladder, even though the glass tower was frictionless.
Flushed with the success of his experiment, he grabbed his ladder, mounted his horse, and galloped off through the forest (this was not easy). On arriving at the beautiful Griselda’s glass tower, he quickly noticed that the surrounding courtyard was identical with his own (μ=0.4 again), and he parked his horse, carefully planted his ladder at 65° and quickly ascended.
When the handsome Edelbert appeared at her window, the beautiful Griselda uttered a squeal of delight, and swooned into her true love’s arms.
And they lived happily ever after—which would have been a lot longer if he’d set the ladder at 67°.
-Ken W.
blue piano my arse
I present to you all Ms. Blanche DuBois, the diva by which all other divas are compared. Man o man do I
dislike her (that was for you, j9 ;)
But seriously,
A Streetcar Named Desire has got to be one of the best books (plays?) that I have read.
If you're not the reading type, Marlon Brando is
so hot in the movie. *grins*
a guy sits at a latin table...
