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heidiramma
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Post by heidiramma »

The Judy Bats:

"I want to be good, but good is being simple
simple is forgetting, I simply can't forget.
I want to be great, but greatness is giving,
giving leaves me empty, oh great emptiness."
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own.
You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president.
You realize that you control your own destiny.

Albert Ellis
Wes
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Post by Wes »

Michael Franti wrote:
I've been down for far too long
Till my faith was nearly gone
I never knew somebody just like you
Could be a friend i could call my own

Till i let go of a broken heart
I let go to an open heart
I let go of my broken dreams
I let go to the mystery
And i believe in the miracles
I believe in the spiritual
I believe in the one above
I believe in the one i love

And take one step closer to you
I just take one step closer to you
Even when i've fallen down
My heart says follow through
I take one step closer to you
"There is no secret ingredient"

Po, the kung fu panda
Wes
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Post by Wes »

Sometimes the classics's really are best...
Frank Sinatra wrote:

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!"
"There is no secret ingredient"

Po, the kung fu panda
dipsi
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Post by dipsi »

Actually, Paul Anka wrote the English lyrics to My Way.
What I love about running is you can meditate while running. It's a peaceful place.

Sister Mary Elizabeth Lloyd, Runs marathons to raise money and awareness about children orphaned by AIDS
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Post by charlie »

Kurt Vonnegut wrote:Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say? ........

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.....

Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.
So passes a genius.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/12/books ... yt&emc=rss
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Post by krampus »

Cheers to Vonnegut
How you compare may not be as important as to whom you are compared
Wes
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Post by Wes »

Though I haven't read much of his, I will be checking some out. Though this was entertaining, from /.

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by Anonymous Coward on Thursday April 12, @10:11AM (#18701819)
Kurt's up in heaven now..
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by jamie (78724) * <jamie@slashdot.org> on Thursday April 12, @10:29AM (#18702017)
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Anonymous cowards can be funny sometimes. By way of explanation, here's an excerpt from Vonnegut's book God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian:

I am a humanist, which means, in part, that I have tried to behave decently without any expectation of regards or punishments after I'm dead. My German-American ancestors, the earliest of whom settled in our Middle West about the time of our Civil War, called themselves "Freethinkers," which is the same sort of thing. My great grandfather Clemens Vonnegut wrote, for example, "If what Jesus said was good, what can it matter whether he was God or not?"

I am honorary president of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great, spectacularly prolific writer and scientist, Dr. Isaac Asimov in that essentially functionless capacity. At an A.H.A. memorial service for my predecessor I said, "Isaac is up in Heaven now." That was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. It rolled them in the aisles. Mirth! Several minutes had to pass before something resembling solemnity could be restored.
"There is no secret ingredient"

Po, the kung fu panda
Wes
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Post by Wes »

"There is no secret ingredient"

Po, the kung fu panda
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Post by Yasmeen »

It is an axiom that no hobby should either seek or need rational justification. To wish to do it is reason enough. To find reasons why it is useful or beneficial converts it at once from an avocation into an industry - lowers it at once to the ignominious category of an 'exercise' undertaken for health, power, or profit.
--Aldo Leopold, "A Sand County Almanac"
"I snatched defeat from the jaws of victory." --Paul
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Sarah Bellam
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Post by Sarah Bellam »

The Urinator of Torrent Falls

Feeling the urge, her bladder to purge,
She took off her harness and pack.
And, off to the rhodos where none would take photos,
She scurried to a spot in the back.
Then down went the pants right there in the plants,
Her bare butt quite hidden, thought she.
But, along came Mark from out of the dark
And caught her with pants round her knee.

And there was the wrinkle, caught in mid tinkle;
What was this poor girl to do?
Oh my, the shame. Who was to blame?
As the pee ran down in her shoe.
“We’ll have none of this, where gals go to piss
Among our fine shrubbery and trees.
I find it abhorrent, so we’ll lock up old Torrent
Y’all come back when hell it doth freeze.â€
Fetch up a rock and throw it
At this poor excuse for a poet.
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