
Yesterday I learned of the succesful entry into this world of my nephew. Thats so cool.



I feel so nice just when you're here
The reason why is not so clear
I knew the first time when you told me
I'd fall in love just as you'd hold me
And now I want to stay at your side tonight
I want to watch you as the sun lights up your eyes
I want to know when you wake first thing you see is me
You're all the things I prayed that I'd meet
have you ever been bent or pulled----------------
have you ever been played like strings
if i could see you i could strum you
i could break you
make you sing
and you can talk of great philosophy-Ani Difranco
but if you can't be kind to people
every day
it doesn't mean that much to me
it's the little things you do
the little things you say
it's the love you give along the way
"She laughed musically. It was like the soundtrack to fallen leaves.
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Focus is passé. In the modern world we want to feel everything all the time. There is no point in just taking a walk in the park when we can also listen to headphones, munch on a hot dog, crank up our vibrating soles to the maximum, and check out the passing carnival of humanity. Our choices shout the creed of a new world order: stimulation! Thought and ceativity have become subservient to the singular goal of saturating our sense. But I'm old school. If you are not prepared to focus on me when you are with me - conversation, touch, our momentary entwining of souls - then get out of my face and go back to your 500 channels of surround-sound life."
-Neil Strauss, The Game