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[06 Apr 2006|09:51pm] |
LXXV. The usefulness of Philosophy
by Ellis Walker
1650-1700, written in 2005
Which shews us what a wise man's duty is,
Which teacheth what we should pursue or fly;
As for example, that we should not lye.
The next is demonstration, that which shews
By argument, which from right reason flows;
Why we, who study nature, ought to shun
The baseness of a false, deceitful tongue.
The third is what confirms, gives force and light,
And proves the demonstration to be right,
Shews where the contradiction lies in sense,
What is, what is not a true consequence,
Of truth and falshood gives clear evidence.
This last is useful, for the second, that,
By reason, puts an end to all debate
Touching the first, but that's the part that claims
(As being the most useful) the most pains;
On which we safely may rely, and rest
Secure of happiness, entirely blest:
But we, O base neglect! The means pursue
Of doing well, but still forget to do,
We dwell on the dispute, our time is spent
Only in framing of the argument;
Hence 'tis we lye, and with much art and skill,
Act what we can demonstrate to be ill.
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[06 Apr 2006|09:46pm] |
Now I Become Myself
by May Sarton
1912-1995, written in 1950
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before—"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
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[25 May 2005|08:23pm] |
My Comic
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[09 May 2005|06:20pm] |
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Okay, so a few days ago, I was discussing coffee with Sean, and how icky it is. I prefer dark tea to coffee.
So, I was thinking to myself, what if I mixed the two together? I did so...and it is nastily good. I was making coffee for my mom as well, so I accidentaly put tea in it. She tasted it and then told me that I shouldn't drink stuff like this because to me it's an "atomic bomb" cuz it has soo much caffiene in it. Of course, that only makes it more appealing but yeah...I had to put two teaspoons of sugar in it as well as a seven semi-stale marshmallows.
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| the whims of my friends |
[08 May 2005|09:07pm] |
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"The Best of You" -Foo Fighters |
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Mel asked me to post this, so here it be:
"Ha, this is an OOOOOOLD post but I was looking back at my old entries and decided to give it the 1,2 step. Clever, ay?
1)I really like that you're so wise beyond your years. 14?! Holy shinitch! No kidding?!
2)A song? ?? Um, I think I'll say the old Jack Johnson. The stuff I was listening to w/ ya in the morn b4 school onthe adorkable iPod. :)
3)That squirrel u animated!!!
4)Positive, fortunate with the positive mind-set goin on! o, and SMART!!
5)
me so tired. I need to go home and have an other love affair with my bed! :))))
~melody!~"
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| someone up there is pissed at me today... |
[04 May 2005|07:43pm] |
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I made JV cheer...
I'm number two on the list if you don't count ppl who have doen cheer before. Number three if you do.
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And my mom won't let me do it. Just my luck. I am so disapointed right now. I'm also having stupid, whiny, conflicts about what I should do about my crush...and yeah, I know you guys are sick of hearing rants aobut crushes and guys on LJ, so I won't rant to you. (Not that anyone reads this much)
-Firusa TOMA
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[03 May 2005|07:41pm] |
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little boy : mummy is god a girl or a boy?
mummy: why god is both girl and boy
little boy: mummy is god black or white?
mummy: why god is both black and white
little boy: mummy is god gay or strait?
mummy: why god is both gay and strait
little boy: mummy is god Michael Jackson?
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[25 Apr 2005|09:06pm] |
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I've been looking through art on dev, and all the people draw all realistically. So I got inspired, took my tablet pen and started sketching in photoshop. The result?
Yeah...I'm not sure I like it...it's like supper fluffy and angelic and feathery and kinda...ick...too much. I like the hair tho... ^__^
[edit: I just noticed that the chin just went to hell]
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| geometry will wait |
[21 Apr 2005|07:06pm] |
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[x]I'm on a roll! 4 days in a row!
It's my mum's b-day! I made her brekkie, and she loved it. I'm kinda surprised, cuz it didn't take much effort on my part. I was gonna make her a flash animation card, but i had so much crap last night i didn't get to it.
So here I am updating, because I really dun wanna do my geom. HW, and the computer is on so yah...I prolly won't get much work done.
I've just realized my mood foxes don't move. And that kinda pisses me off...but they're so cute! I can't help it! ^_____^
-Fef
p.s. You gotta know I'm hyper when I call myself Fef...only me and no one else...tho I know most of you will use this against me later on in th year.
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| my first flash movie EVER... |
[16 Apr 2005|03:36pm] |
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Okay...so, my computer died a few days, and this dude fixed it up, and he gave me Flash MX.
So, I looked up a tutorial...and viola, here it is. Ppl sitting near me at the beginning of last semester in Mukai's class, will remember the kosher squirrel and how he was taken away...as well as thrown mercilessly into the trash by a certain teacher who will remain nameless... *coughMUKAIcough*. He is back from the dead.
click me!
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| update.. |
[13 Mar 2005|04:18pm] |
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RYLA was awesome...for a full acount of what pretty much happened, read Kel's lj.
Yes, I know there are no spaces there but meh...deal with it...or chase Kelly down with a pitchfork...she's long since stopped listening to my suggestions.
Okay so RYLA pictures...I know you all want them...but...I dun ahve em ready to post...yeah. Sorry. There were a few really hot guys tho. You'll have to wait till Firusa gets off her lazy ass and uploads 'em. Which, knowing me, will take a while.
-Frus
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| damn it... |
[25 Feb 2005|08:58pm] |
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As if this weekend couldn't get anyworse by me having to break the news of my "horrible" grade to my parents...my dad is dragging me to work with him tomorrow. Joy!
My sister has been whining all week about how she wants to go to work with him. Saturdays when he works are supposed to be my day off. And now he's draggin me along to baby sit. This is so gay.
There isn't even anything to do there. It's a friggin' hospital, without any computers to access, and the only source of entertainment? The 4th floor Rec room. And my sis will prolly hog the TV in there. GOD DAMN IT! This really isn't my week at all.
I did get into RYLA tho, and as much as I will be suffering this week, I get to get away from the mad house for that weekend. That is...if my parents don't lock me in the closet with no source of entertainment but my science notes (the result of getting a C). It's sad how obsessed they are with this. Now that I have finally managed a 4.0, they are certainly not going to lighten up.
I swear, school has become so over...
...industrialized?
There's really no word for it...what happened to going there for good ole' learning. Now it's just so...mechanical. I bet there didn't have grades back then, all they did was sit in a room with a smart dude, an hour a day, and listen and learn. Lucky bitches.
The Resigned,
Firusa
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| I hate science |
[23 Feb 2005|06:38pm] |
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Pictures -System of a Down |
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Today has gone from bad to worse...
well, it wasn't bad to begin with but now it feels like it.
All day I have been dreading 6th cuz we would get those damn quiz/test scores back. I knew I didn't do well. I came out with a barely managed C. Which is a D by reg. standards. Whatever...I've been putting myself on a sugar high all day and am well on the way to forgetting about it.
My parents are going to kill me. Meh, actually, I'm fully intent on not letting them get to me this time. I tried my best. I tried to understand. It's not my fault Mukai's not organized. Seriously, my dad says usually he get's mad jsut cuz I try to lie about something, so I'm gonna straight out slap that C in his face and see how he likes it. He wants me to get alllll As, but no ones that damned perfect.
What is he going to do about it? He knows nothing will work to help me with my grades or whatever. He can't change the quiz score. I'll just see how bad it is, maybe I'll be able to debate a few more points outta Mukai on friday.
-Firusa
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