i have a good donkey of a flu. snot is running down my face like a bully waterfall. did i mention i detest flus? my number two least favourite things.
my number one least favourite thing is elex having the flu too.
i was blessed with my two least favourites. the fudging stars, not a good time! hello! olympics! i have quarter final tickets - row 10. !@#$%^&
i'm going even if i'm dying.
anyone want to babysit a really really cute but grumpy toddler?
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
did you know?
a friend sent me this
if you lose your wallet, you have an 88% chance of it's return if you have a photo of a smiling baby.
thorny acacia trees produces a toxin that turns into pig swill when insects start feeding too greedily. they even give out an odour like a chemical "Twitter" to warn other nearby acadias;)
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. - Isaac Asimov
if you lose your wallet, you have an 88% chance of it's return if you have a photo of a smiling baby.
thorny acacia trees produces a toxin that turns into pig swill when insects start feeding too greedily. they even give out an odour like a chemical "Twitter" to warn other nearby acadias;)
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. - Isaac Asimov
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
iambic pentameter
re-learning:
in poetry, a line of verse containing five metrical feet. In English verse, in which pentameter has been the predominant metre since the 16th century, the preferred foot is the iamb—i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed one, represented in scansion as ˘ ´.
Geoffrey Chaucer employed iambic pentameter in The Canterbury Tales as early as the 14th century, although without the regularity that is found later in the heroic couplets of John Dryden and Alexander Pope. Most English sonnets have been written in iambic pentameter, as in this example from Shakespeare:
so long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
so long lives this and this gives life to thee.
(sonnet 18)
in poetry, a line of verse containing five metrical feet. In English verse, in which pentameter has been the predominant metre since the 16th century, the preferred foot is the iamb—i.e., an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed one, represented in scansion as ˘ ´.
Geoffrey Chaucer employed iambic pentameter in The Canterbury Tales as early as the 14th century, although without the regularity that is found later in the heroic couplets of John Dryden and Alexander Pope. Most English sonnets have been written in iambic pentameter, as in this example from Shakespeare:
so long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
so long lives this and this gives life to thee.
(sonnet 18)
Monday, February 01, 2010
in the moment
do you know what the name of the medical tool that can only be used by your left hand?
i'm curious on what it is, why it is so. please tell me.
today i experience a very pure moment.
i was listening to the author Ian Brown on CBC radio. "The Boy in the Moon" is about his disable son and his journey and realizations.
Walker Brown is his son that was born with CFC or cardiofacio-cutaneous syndrome; CFC is a genetic mutation that affects about 100 people worldwide. CFC is so rare it’s called “an orphan syndrome” because, as Brown explains, “it seems to come from nowhere.”
“Sometimes watching Walker is like looking at the moon,” writes Brown by way of introducing his son in his opening chapter. “You see the face of the man in the moon, yet you know there’s actually no man there.”
It’s a terrible conclusion to have to reach. But then Brown goes on: “(I)f Walker is so insubstantial, why does he feel so important? What is he trying to show me? All I really want to know is what goes on inside his off-shaped head, in his jumped-up heart. But every time I ask, he somehow persuades me to look into my own.”
I was touched by his incredible love and humanity. We are all so caught up with the ugliness of world events, the shallow and superficialness of daily news and Hollywood mimicry; i forget sometimes that there are many many amazing, genuine, intelligent and beautiful compassionate people.
we will always be searching for why certain things happen, but there is joy and bliss to the most mundane of human experiences.
i'm curious on what it is, why it is so. please tell me.
today i experience a very pure moment.
i was listening to the author Ian Brown on CBC radio. "The Boy in the Moon" is about his disable son and his journey and realizations.
Walker Brown is his son that was born with CFC or cardiofacio-cutaneous syndrome; CFC is a genetic mutation that affects about 100 people worldwide. CFC is so rare it’s called “an orphan syndrome” because, as Brown explains, “it seems to come from nowhere.”
“Sometimes watching Walker is like looking at the moon,” writes Brown by way of introducing his son in his opening chapter. “You see the face of the man in the moon, yet you know there’s actually no man there.”
It’s a terrible conclusion to have to reach. But then Brown goes on: “(I)f Walker is so insubstantial, why does he feel so important? What is he trying to show me? All I really want to know is what goes on inside his off-shaped head, in his jumped-up heart. But every time I ask, he somehow persuades me to look into my own.”
I was touched by his incredible love and humanity. We are all so caught up with the ugliness of world events, the shallow and superficialness of daily news and Hollywood mimicry; i forget sometimes that there are many many amazing, genuine, intelligent and beautiful compassionate people.
we will always be searching for why certain things happen, but there is joy and bliss to the most mundane of human experiences.
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