Saturday, December 31, 2005

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Warning from Mquest

Assume the government is logging all your computer key strokes.

How the time flies:

Yesterday I completed my training for the new job. At the end of the day I moved into my new office/cubicle.

I find It hard to believe that I have been working for this company for almost 2 and a half months. When I return on Tuesday it will be all for real. I have so much work already pilled up on my desk. Tuesday is going to be tough.

Thursday, December 29, 2005



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Thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.
Erma Bombeck
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My family has a prized avocado/lime green gift box from a shop that proudly stamped its location on it 35 plus years ago.

The box is from an upscale shop in “Downtown Pomona”. The Box still makes me laugh every time I see it.

Every year we all wait to see who will get the box. This year I got the box. Next year I will try to remember to get a picture of it.


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Just like in the movie:
Buzz has moved into the bed. Chubbles is now sleeping on the floor.
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Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Anais Nin

The proper office of a friend is to side with you when you are wrong. Nearly anybody will side with you when you are right.
Mark Twain

You got a friend


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(Buzz now has a place at the kitchen table)
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Am reserving two tickets for you for my premiere. Come and bring a friend - if you have one.
George Bernard Shaw

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
Henry David Thoreau

Play time


Play time
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The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party, but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Look for me always at my west and I will think
to dine. A tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a
click of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes
in silkettes lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our
longdistance laird that likes creation. To whoosh!
James Joyce Finnegans Wake

Free the press


Free the press
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A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.
Albert Camus


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The good man is the friend of all living things.
Mohandas Gandhi

Are you sure?


Are you sure?
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Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.
Albert Camus

Free the mind


Free the mind
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Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Albert Camus

As chalk is my
judge! And didn't she up in sorgues and go and trot doon and
stand in her douro, puffing her old dudheen, and every shirvant
siligirl or wensum farmerette walking the pilend roads, Sawy,
Fundally, Daery or Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn't she
make her a simp or sign to slip inside by the sullyport?
James Joyce Finnegans Wake

James Joyce's Scribbledehobble:

The revelation of thought takes men out of servitude into freedom.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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From James Joyces Ulysses:

He began to scribble on a slip of paper.

Take some slips from the counter going out.

–Those who are married, Mr Best, douce herald, said, all save one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are.

He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.

Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

–You are a delusion, said roundly John Eglinton to Stephen. You have brought us all this way to show us a French triangle. Do you believe your own theory?

–No, Stephen said promptly.

–Are you going to write it? Mr Best asked. You ought to make it a dialogue, don't you know, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.

John Eclecticon doubly smiled.

–Well, in that case, he said, I don't see why you should expect payment for it since you don't believe it yourself. Dowden believes there is some mystery in HAMLET but will say no more. Herr Bleibtreu, the man Piper met in Berlin, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that the secret is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to visit the present duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his ancestor wrote the plays. It will come as a surprise to his grace. But he believes his theory.

I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. That is, help me to believe or help me to unbelieve? Who helps to believe? EGOMEN. Who to unbelieve? Other chap.

–You are the only contributor to DANA who asks for pieces of silver. Then I don't know about the next number. Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics.

Fraidrine. Two pieces of silver he lent me. Tide you over. Economics.

–For a guinea, Stephen said, you can publish this interview.

Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and then gravely said, honeying malice:

–I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the SUMMA CONTRA GENTILES in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the coalquay whore.

He broke away

one small idea


one small idea
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The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

friend


friend
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After scanning the sky in the back yard for Santa we decided to take a look out front for Santa. We were about half way through the house when we heard Santa's bells and a knock at the front door. By the time we made it to the door Santa was gone. Mquest Jr scanned the sky but Santa was just to quick.

Mquest-- Christmas 2005
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A friend is a gift you give yourself.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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The gentleman began to chat with her about Hallow Eve and the rainy weather. He
supposed the bag was full of good things for the little ones and said it was only right that the youngsters should enjoy themselves while they were young. Maria agreed with him and favoured him with demure nods and hems. He was very nice with her, and when she was getting out at the Canal Bridge she thanked him and bowed, and he bowed to her and raised his hat and smiled agreeably, and while she was going up along the terrace, bending her tiny head under the rain, she thought how easy it was to know a gentleman even when he has a drop taken.

James Joyce -- Clay

waiting for . . .


waiting for . . .
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Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.
Theodor Geisel

Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So... get on your way.
Theodor Geisel

You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
A. A. Milne

The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Bertrand Russell

My whole life is waiting for the questions to which I have prepared answers.
Tom Stoppard

almost


almost
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He was almost there, when... Smash! Crash! Bash! He slid down and mashed into engine hash the little engine that almost could.
Shel Silverstein

The patting at once grew louder in encouragement and then ceased altogether.
Gabriel leaned his ten trembling fingers on the tablecloth and smiled nervously at the company. Meeting a row of upturned faces he raised his eyes to the chandelier. The piano was playing a waltz tune and he could hear the skirts sweeping against the drawing-room door. People, perhaps, were standing in the snow on the quay outside, gazing up at the lighted windows and listening to the waltz music. The air was pure there. In the distance lay the park where the trees were weighted with snow. The Wellington Monument wore a gleaming cap of snow that flashed westward over the white field of Fifteen Acres.

James Joyce The Dead

Love


Love
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Who so loves believes the impossible.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning


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You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.
Buddha

How pleasant it would be to walk out alone, first along by the river and then through the park! The snow would be lying on the branches of the trees and forming a bright cap on the top of the Wellington Monument. How much more pleasant it would be there than at the supper- table!

James Joyce The Dead


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It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and the prudence never to practice either of them.
Mark Twain

He went into the pantry hastily and put on his overcoat. The others, taken aback by his rude speech, could find nothing to say. Aunt Kate wrinkled her brows and made signs to the others to drop the subject. Mr D'Arcy stood swathing his neck carefully and frowning.

—It's the weather, said Aunt Julia, after a pause.

—Yes, everybody has colds, said Aunt Kate readily, everybody.

—They say, said Mary Jane, we haven't had snow like it for thirty years; and I read this morning in the newspapers that the snow is general all over Ireland.

—I love the look of snow, said Aunt Julia sadly.

—So do I, said Miss O'Callaghan. I think Christmas is never really Christmas unless we have the snow on the ground.

—But poor Mr D'Arcy doesn't like the snow, said Aunt Kate, smiling.

James Joyce The Dead

Snow mind


Snow mind
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My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?
Black Elk

The morning was still dark. A dull yellow light brooded over the houses and the river; and the sky seemed to be descending. It was slushy underfoot; and only streaks and patches of snow lay on the roofs, on the parapets of the quay and on the area railings. The lamps were still burning redly in the murky air and, across the river, the palace of the Four Courts stood out menacingly against the heavy sky.

James Joyce The Dead


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Let every man shovel out his own snow and the whole city will be passable.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

—They say you never cross O'Connell Bridge without seeing a white horse.

—I see a white man this time, said Gabriel.

Where? asked Mr Bartell D'Arcy.

Gabriel pointed to the statue, on which lay patches of snow. Then he nodded familiarly to it and waved his hand.

—Good-night, Dan, he said gaily.

James Joyce The Dead


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Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow
again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. it was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

James Joyce The Dead


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An incinerator is a writer's best friend.
Thornton Wilder

Monday, December 26, 2005

Stroller Hell


Stroller Hell
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The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
Dante Alighieri

Note to self:

The setting for the new pedometer is 2.3


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Some collaboration has to take place in the mind between the woman and the man before the art of creation can be accomplished. Some marriage of opposites has to be consummated. The whole of the mind must lie wide open if we are to get the sense that the writer is communicating his experience with perfect fullness.
Virginia Woolf

All for what?


All for what?
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We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.
E. M. Forster


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A creation of importance can only be produced when its author isolates himself, it is a child of solitude.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Just another word for . . .


Just another word for . . .
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A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Bob Dylan


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The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself.
George Bernard Shaw

faster


faster
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Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.
Henry Miller

freedom


freedom
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Freedom lies in being bold.
Robert Frost

The search


The search
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One should never put on one's best trousers to go out to battle for freedom and truth.
Henrik Ibsen


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Boldness be my friend.
William Shakespeare


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Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solitude is the enemy of well-being.
John Updike


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Not until you become a stranger to yourself will you be able to make acquaintance with the Friend.
Mark Twain

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Modern Kitchen Design

My Senseo coffee pot looks like it has some serious back problems.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

The PR Machine part 1452395

My vote for the stupidest and or most overused catch phrase of the year is:
“persistent vegetative state.”

Dear World

Whistle blowing is a patriotic act.
Mquest

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Life from the cube

I was hoping for a memo not an epistle.

Twenty Three

An old friend found me on the web.
All is well.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

fuse


fuse
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The possible's slow fuse is lit, by the Imagination.
Emily Dickinson


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It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.
Henry David Thoreau


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The power of intuitive understanding will protect you from harm until the end of your days.
Lao Tzu

U.P: up


U.P: up
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-- What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U.P.?

-- U.P: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame for them whoever he is.

-- Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.

She took back the card, sighing.

-- And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an action for ten thousand pounds, he says.

James Joyce
Ulysses

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

I hate turkey


I hate turkey
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Even when doing my writing assignments as a child it was obvious that I would grow up to be a vegetarian.

Sperm on the go


Sperm on the go
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You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
Mark Twain


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When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.
Jean-Paul Sartre

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Lost limbs and friends-

At some point war begins to have an effect on people far removed from the front. Soon after that the PR war machine starts to sputter and die.

When the sugar melts the reality becomes harsh.

public dreams and private myths

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.

Joseph Campbell


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"He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen."
-- Dubliners, "A Little Cloud"


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Ah, how skillful grows the hand that obeyeth love's command! It is the heart and not the brain that to the highest doth attain, and he who followeth love's behest far excelleth all the rest.
Ah, how skillful grows the hand that obeyeth love's command! It is the heart and not the brain that to the highest doth attain, and he who followeth love's behest far excelleth all the rest.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

refuse to be analyzed


refuse to be analyzed
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The miracles of genius always rest on profound convictions which refuse to be analyzed.
Ralph Waldo Emerson


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Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
James Joyce
POA


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Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey 'people.' People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest.
C. S. Lewis


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Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine; - they are the life, the soul of reading; - take them out of this book for instance, - you might as well take the book along with them.
Laurence Sterne

hogwash


hogwash
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Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.
Vladimir Nabokov


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“Of all our feelings the only one which doesn’t belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it’s life defending itself.”

Julio Cortazar, Hopscotch

Thursday, December 08, 2005



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Paper and pen are easily found. Unless you have a thought that must be committed to paper.
Mquest