I register for classes in just a few hours - I’m so very excited to be going back to school!
School has been back on since Wednesday, but I’m not sure how in the game I’ve been. Sunday’s are the perfect day for turning the week around so I’m hitting the books!
I need to learn how to sew.
Ah-Mazin.
Marriage Proposal of the Day: Christina wants to marry Owen, but he’s having none of it.
It’s funny because a lot of grown-up marriages start out this way too (minus the unlimited candy part).
[reddit.]
Life has direction again
Where your dreams are, that’s where you grow.
When I was growing up, I lived in Texas.
But I also grew up in New York, South Korea, Chicago, London, Paris, India, Seattle, San Francisco, Hogwarts, Oxford and many other places I can no longer remember.
Pragmatism’s Gift -- NYT
“Pragmatism takes that hope away and tells us that all we can do is muddle through, that we have been muddling through for a long time, and that, with luck, we will continue to muddle through, and in the process, perhaps, develop new forms of the “cultural artifact” we are and develop too new forms of knowledge to serve our artefactual purposes. The story so far has been an amazing one, full of wonder and full of horror. It is a story, says Margolis (following Kuhn) driven from behind and not by a teleological end awaiting us in the form either of a union with deity or an ascent to the realm of pure Reason.”
From my favorite writer’s blog
Published by Paulo Coelho
By Paulo Coelho
‘Why is it that some people can resolve the most complicated problems really easily, whilst others agonise over every tiny crisis and end up drowning in a glass of water?’ I asked.
Ramesh replied by telling the following story:
‘Once upon a time, there was a man who had been the soul of kindness all his life. When he died, everyone assumed that he would go straight to Heaven, for the only possible place for a good man like him was Paradise. The man wasn’t particularly bothered about going to Heaven, but that was where he went.
Now in those days, service in heaven was not all that it might be. The reception desk was extremely inefficient, and the girl who received him gave only a cursory glance through the index cards before her and when she couldn’t find the man’s name, she sent him straight to Hell.
And in Hell no one asks to check your badge or your invitation, for anyone who turns up is invited in. The man entered and stayed…
Some days later, Lucifer stormed up to the gates of Heaven to demand an explanation from St Peter.
“What you’re doing is pure terrorism!” he said.
St Peter asked why Lucifer was so angry, and an enraged Lucifer replied:
“You sent that man down into Hell, and he’s completely undermining me! Right from the start, there he was listening to people, looking them in the eye, talking to them. And now everyone’s sharing their feelings and hugging and kissing. That’s not the sort of thing I want in Hell! Please, let him into Heaven!’
When Ramesh had finished telling the story, he looked at me fondly and said:
‘Live your life with so much love in your heart that if, by mistake, you were sent to Hell, the Devil himself would deliver you up to Paradise.’
