Obsession of all the beds in all the pigeonhole bedrooms, tangled sleepers twisted and strangled like the roots of potbound plants. Obsession of feet creaking on the stairs of lodginghouses, hands fumbling at doorknobs. Obsession of pounding temples and solitary bodies rigid on their beds.
Manhattan Transfer, John Dos Passos
Manhattan Transfer, John Dos Passos
A mind not to be chang’d by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253.
"It tastes like licorice," the girl said and put the glass down.
"That's the way with everything."
"Yes," said the girl. "Everything tastes of licorice. Especially all the things you've waited so long for, like absinthe."
Hills Like White Elephants - Ernest Hemingway
"That's the way with everything."
"Yes," said the girl. "Everything tastes of licorice. Especially all the things you've waited so long for, like absinthe."
Hills Like White Elephants - Ernest Hemingway
I want to thank everyone for their suggestions on what I should do to get my non Intel iMac to boot up after installing OSX 10.5.
It's still not allowing me to get past the sign in screen, and I've tried everyone's ideas.
So far I've:
Tried to boot up from the Install CD by holding down the C key upon startup.
Tried to boot up from the Install CD by holding down the D key upon startup.
I've tried booting through Target Disk Mode from another Mac, no luck.
I've tried starting up in both user mode and in verbose mode.
Each and every time I try anything, I get this screen ...
With no Menu at the top of the screen, no dock of course, no nothing.
The only choice I have after this page is to hit the "Back" button, which takes me to this screen ...
And when I click on "Other ..." I'm taken back to the first screen.
This is an awesome site someone sent me to, but unfortunately I've tried everything without luck.
And like I mentioned before, I forgotten either the Name or the Password I used back in the day when I originally installed OS 10.3. I'm stuck in the water, any one have any suggestions I could try? I'd even do a clean install, just to get me going again if I could just get my iMac past this log in screen.
It's still not allowing me to get past the sign in screen, and I've tried everyone's ideas.
So far I've:
Tried to boot up from the Install CD by holding down the C key upon startup.
Tried to boot up from the Install CD by holding down the D key upon startup.
I've tried booting through Target Disk Mode from another Mac, no luck.
I've tried starting up in both user mode and in verbose mode.
Each and every time I try anything, I get this screen ...
With no Menu at the top of the screen, no dock of course, no nothing.
The only choice I have after this page is to hit the "Back" button, which takes me to this screen ...
And when I click on "Other ..." I'm taken back to the first screen.
This is an awesome site someone sent me to, but unfortunately I've tried everything without luck.
And like I mentioned before, I forgotten either the Name or the Password I used back in the day when I originally installed OS 10.3. I'm stuck in the water, any one have any suggestions I could try? I'd even do a clean install, just to get me going again if I could just get my iMac past this log in screen.
Today was a good day for a traditional filthy mountainbike ride in the Forest.
Just had to overcome some initial reluctance from one who was negatively obsessed with the raindrops under the little puffy clouds on the weather forecast website.
"Oh it'll be much brighter this morning," I soothed.
"A couple of light showers nothing more. The real rain will be this afternoon." (Which would be conveniently when I was watching the Tour. Good grief. Brad Wiggins today!!! Time triallist turned sensational Tour rider.).
Anyway, everything looks so vivid and alive after rain and I don't mind getting lashed about the legs with wet ferns.
So it was a really varied outing, riding the gamut of Forest of Dean trails and enduring the classic weather we’ve come to expect in Britain in July; Sun, cloud, warmth, cold, light showers, torrential heavy showers and moderately windy.
The trail started with a cycle track, glistening in the sun, people kindly restricting their dogs for a moment as we passed, Cannop Ponds with rafts of ducks bobbling, ruffled in the breeze.
Rain didn’t stop play in Parkend where the cricket pitch is about the only flat expanse of land in the vicinity. Then it was up and more up towards Coleford, past the remains of historic Darkhill iron works and then we turned left off piste. Ducking under low hanging dripping trees, ferns brushing legs, brambles reaching for the face and Capt Sensible pushing on up the hill, unaware of the leafy branch stuck in his cycling helmet looking like a hastily-assembled Private Pike-style camouflage. Discovered laughing is hampered by lack of oxygen on a climb.
Through Coleford and back into the forest with god-awful roots, boggy bits and bits of wood and stumps everywhere.
"This isn't a track!" Dissent in the ranks.
It definitely was a track, I maintained, against determined opposition. We pressed on. Well, I honestly thought it was. It turned out it wasn't but it at least took us close to a beaten track, thus avoiding further unpleasant mutterings.
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My French is poor, so, I need to understand this sentence from one document:
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L'allocataire a-t-il une agrégation ? --------------> What is the meaning?
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Thank you guys!
Merci!
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L'allocataire a-t-il une agrégation ? --------------> What is the meaning?
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Thank you guys!
Merci!
I didn't know how far away
your love could be
I didn't know how
tired you could get
from My Mother Asleep, Leonard Cohen
your love could be
I didn't know how
tired you could get
from My Mother Asleep, Leonard Cohen
i know how much we all love requests but i have one. =[
my grandfather passed away a few days ago after a short, but hard battle with lung cancer. i want to read something at his funeral but i haven't come across anything that has really stood out (besides the poem by mary elizabeth frye) so i was hoping you all could help. he was an avid sports fan (detroit teams, mostly), he grew up in the south, he was stepfather to 11 (having no biological children) and grandfather to many. the funeral is tomorrow, which is very short notice but the whole thing was kind of short notice and i haven't had much time to look for something so i was hoping that maybe one of you might know of something appropriate, be it a passage or poem. i'd appreciate it deeply. thank you.
my grandfather passed away a few days ago after a short, but hard battle with lung cancer. i want to read something at his funeral but i haven't come across anything that has really stood out (besides the poem by mary elizabeth frye) so i was hoping you all could help. he was an avid sports fan (detroit teams, mostly), he grew up in the south, he was stepfather to 11 (having no biological children) and grandfather to many. the funeral is tomorrow, which is very short notice but the whole thing was kind of short notice and i haven't had much time to look for something so i was hoping that maybe one of you might know of something appropriate, be it a passage or poem. i'd appreciate it deeply. thank you.
<3
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"You and the word 'beautiful'!" he would say disdainfully, holding his nose and imitating my voice. "Tell me--what does 'beautiful' mean?"
"It's something you want," I would say.
--
From "First Love and Other Sorrows," a short story by Harold Brodkey, included in the anthology My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead: Great Love Stories from Chekhov to Munro, edited by Jeffrey Eugenides, a lovely lovely book.
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"You and the word 'beautiful'!" he would say disdainfully, holding his nose and imitating my voice. "Tell me--what does 'beautiful' mean?"
"It's something you want," I would say.
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From "First Love and Other Sorrows," a short story by Harold Brodkey, included in the anthology My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead: Great Love Stories from Chekhov to Munro, edited by Jeffrey Eugenides, a lovely lovely book.
That had been over a year ago, after Daddy stopped taking the Bad Stuff but before he had lost his job. Danny still thought about it often. Sometimes when he fell down or bumped his head or had a bellyache, he would begin to cry and the memory would flash over him, accompanied by the fear that he would not be able to stop crying, that he would just go on and on, weeping and wailing until his daddy went to the phone, dailed it, and said: "Hello? This is Jack Torrance at 149 Mapleline Way. My son here can't stop crying. Please send THE MEN IN THE WHITE COATS to take him to the SANNY-TARIUM. That's right, he's LOST HIS MARBLES. Thank you." And the gray truck with no windows would come rolling up to his door, they would load him in, still weeping hysterically, and take him away. When would he see his mommy and daddy again? NO ONE KNOWS. / the shining stephen king
hey ! its my dad's b'day in a month and its a biig one. i'm working on a project and i was hoping you guys could help me out.
could you share any quotes about fathers, parents, father & daughter, parents&children....???!!!
thanks so much in advance... its very much appreciated :D
EDIT: please feel free to share quotes on mothers, mother & daughter, father & son, mother & son too
Has anybody experienced problems with Verbatim DVD +R DL discs and Macbook Pros? My old iMac G5 (pre isight) reads and records these just fine but my 2.16 ghz Macbook Pro Intel Core 2 Duo won't accept DVDs that were recorded on the G5 with either iDVD or Toast 8, nor will it accept these as blank DVDs, it just spits them back out.
I've recorded numerous CDs and single layer DVDs on the Macbook but I think this is the first time I've tried a DL DVD in it. Could this be a warranty issue? I still have active applecare on this thing.
I've recorded numerous CDs and single layer DVDs on the Macbook but I think this is the first time I've tried a DL DVD in it. Could this be a warranty issue? I still have active applecare on this thing.
'Explore me' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps,
expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you
and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I'm free, coughed up
like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself
again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the
cavities that decorate every surgeon's wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know.
Jeanette Winterson - Written on the body.
Between my straw mattress and the bed planks, I had actually found an old scrap of newspaper, yellow and transparent, half-struck to the canvas. On it was a news story, the first part of which was missing, but which must have taken place in Czechoslovakia. A man had left a Czech village to seek his fortune. Twenty-five years later, and now rich, he had returned with a wife and a child. His mother was running a motel with his sister in the village where he’d been born. In order to surprise them, he had left his wife and child at another hotel and hone to see his mother, who didn’t recognize him when he walked in. As a joke he’d had the idea of taking a room. He had shown off his money. During the night his mother and his sister had beaten him to death with a hammer in order to rob him and had thrown his body in the river. The next morning the wife had come to the hotel and, without knowing it, gave away the traveler’s identity. The mother hanged herself. The sister threw herself down a well. I must have read that story a thousand times. On the one hand it wasn’t very likely. On the other, it was perfectly natural. Anyway, I thought the traveler pretty much deserved what he got and that you should never play games.
- The Stranger by Albert Camus translated by Matthew Ward
Sigh, the update from OS 10.3 to 10.5 went seamlessly on my non intel office iMac today, but I hit another hitch. Since I upgraded to OSX 10.3 years ago, for some reason I've forgotten either the administrator user name or the password I had used back in the day, and now I can't get past the log on screen. Is there a workaround to logging on, or do I have to do an operating system reinstall with a clean install? I'd love to skip that step, as I have some music on the hard drive I would hate to lose.
"Only dreaming is of interest, What is life, without dreams? And I love the Far-away Princess."
-Edmond Rostand
"Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now."
-George Pope Morris
"Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship."
-Dorothy Parker
"So many gods,
so many creeds,
So many paths
that wind and wind
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs."
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox
"christian hell, fire. pagan hell, fire. muslim hell, fire. hindu hell, flames. according to religions, god was born a grill-room owner." -- victor hugo, things seen
- Music:The Rolling Stones - Beast of Burden | Powered by Last.fm
"'Sir, there are some things I'd like to know, if you can tell me... things I want to know the truth about...'
'The truth,' Dumbledore sighed, 'It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your question unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you'll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie.'
'Well... Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?'
Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.
'Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will, one day... put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older... I know you hate to hear this... when you are ready, you will know.'
And Harry knew it would be no good to argue.
'But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?'
'Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.'"
-- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, J. K. Rowling.
'The truth,' Dumbledore sighed, 'It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your question unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you'll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie.'
'Well... Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?'
Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.
'Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will, one day... put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older... I know you hate to hear this... when you are ready, you will know.'
And Harry knew it would be no good to argue.
'But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?'
'Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.'"
-- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, J. K. Rowling.
♥ And Joyce is smiling at me. Dogs indeed smile, and Joyce has every reason to smile. It's a beautiful world and she's part of it and yet...
... and yet we humans are not a part of it.
Look at us. We're all born lost, aren't we? We're all born separated from God - over and over life makes sure to inform us of this - and yet we're all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must. My heart is so cold. And I feel so lost. I shed my block of hate but what if nothing emerges to fill in the hole it left? The universe is so large, and the world is so glorious, but here I am on a sunny August morning with chilled black ink pumping through my veins, and I feel like the unholiest thing on earth.
♥ In the end, I think the relationships that survive in this world are the ones where the two people can finish each other's sentences. Forget drama and torrid sex and the clash of opposites. Give me banter any day of the week. And our characters were the best banterers going.
♥ So now I'm back in the courtroom supposedly documenting this frivolous and endless land deal trial. These men should all be tarred and feathered and be flogged as they walk naked down the street for screwing around with the lives of common people the way they do.
♥ I'm also seven years older than Jason, but after about thirty-three, we're all the same age in our heads, so it's not the big deal it looks like. As least not from the inside looking out. And as Jason was almost thirty-three, we were almost the same. And anyway, a few decades after your first kiss and your first cigarette, I don't care if you're rich or poor, life leaves the same number of bruises on you.
~~Hey Nostradamus! by Douglas Coupland.
... and yet we humans are not a part of it.
Look at us. We're all born lost, aren't we? We're all born separated from God - over and over life makes sure to inform us of this - and yet we're all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must. My heart is so cold. And I feel so lost. I shed my block of hate but what if nothing emerges to fill in the hole it left? The universe is so large, and the world is so glorious, but here I am on a sunny August morning with chilled black ink pumping through my veins, and I feel like the unholiest thing on earth.
♥ In the end, I think the relationships that survive in this world are the ones where the two people can finish each other's sentences. Forget drama and torrid sex and the clash of opposites. Give me banter any day of the week. And our characters were the best banterers going.
♥ So now I'm back in the courtroom supposedly documenting this frivolous and endless land deal trial. These men should all be tarred and feathered and be flogged as they walk naked down the street for screwing around with the lives of common people the way they do.
♥ I'm also seven years older than Jason, but after about thirty-three, we're all the same age in our heads, so it's not the big deal it looks like. As least not from the inside looking out. And as Jason was almost thirty-three, we were almost the same. And anyway, a few decades after your first kiss and your first cigarette, I don't care if you're rich or poor, life leaves the same number of bruises on you.
~~Hey Nostradamus! by Douglas Coupland.
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