Thursday, January 25, 2007

I wanted to write something about how I am feeling today.
A poem about the pain, depression.
Then, On my MP3 player came an Eminem song
Till I collapse.
Here is the intro....

"Cause sometimes you just feel tired. You feel weak. And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, try ta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse."

That about sums it up.
1 confused deer
add alot of salt to the road
mix in quite a bit of sand.
1 long length of metal wire fencing.
Finish with a tree.

and you get this plus a very sore body.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Via Liweiart

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

As I am sitting in bumper to bumper traffic,
I see this photo online.
Well, this traffic ain't so bad!

But now I want an orange!

Thursday, January 18, 2007

I love flow charts!
They never enlighten me about their subject,
but I love them anyway.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Cool game.
It's like a simple version of RISK


Monday, January 15, 2007

"In the end,
we will remember not the words of our enemies,
but the silence of our friends."

Martin Luther King Jr.


Saturday, January 13, 2007


Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The Pulaski skyway
on my way to Hoboken.


Noticing how much better joy feels when sorrow has past,
Experiencing how love feels after a heart has been broken,
Realizing those great things would be taken for granted if not for
Believing that terrible things happen so that good things can be brought
into the light,
Focused on and hoped for,
Do you think it’s a mistake?
For us to climb mountains,
Face fears,
Grip pain,
Doesn’t it only help us?
To grow,
To heal,
To learn, and love.

A poem by Karin

Monday, January 08, 2007

Sunday, January 07, 2007

This is the perfect example why I have been a Seahawk fan.
The games are always exciting,

Saturday, January 06, 2007

the Famous Moroccan tree goats

click here

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

On the Birthday of Isaac Asimov (My favorite writer) I have put a link to my favorite story "The last question"

This short story stays with you.
Its the perfect short story.

Asimov wrote:
Why is it my favorite? For one thing I got the idea all at once and didn't have to fiddle with it; and I wrote it in white-heat and scarcely had to change a word. This sort of things endears any story to any writer.

Then, too, it has had the strangest effect on my readers. Frequently someone writes to ask me if I can give them the name of a story, which they think I may have written, and tell them where to find it. They don't remember the title but when they describe the story it is invariably "The Last Question". This has reached the point where I recently received a long-distance phone call from a desperate man who began, "Dr. Asimov, there's a story I think you wrote, whose title I can't remember—" at which point I interrupted to tell him it was "The Last Question" and when I described the plot it proved to be indeed the story he was after. I left him convinced I could read minds at a distance of a thousand miles.

The last question

Monday, January 01, 2007


The old year has lost it's meaning.
The new one just beginning to discover it's identity.
The meaning of the old,
only to be discovered in one yet to come.
Giving perspective to what was,
and insight for whats to come.

by neil
And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast,
And been bow'd to the earth by its fury;
To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd
Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury -
Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime,
The regrets of remembrance to cozen,
And having obtained a New Trial of Time,
Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.
~Thomas Hood