Are You Receiving?

I’m on my feet,I’m on the floor,I’m good to...

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 23:25:02 -0800

I’m on my feet,
I’m on the floor,
I’m good to go.
All I need is just to hear a song I know.
I wanna always feel like part of this was mine.
I wanna fall in love tonight.

Simple pages on my mind.

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 20:53:14 -0800

Simple pages on my mind.

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Sat, 09 Feb 2013 13:00:24 -0800

Waiting for attention, I’m not. Cut it to the left and I...

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 21:38:56 -0800

Waiting for attention, I’m not.

Cut it to the left and I rock.

Need an invitation, I don’t.

Slide it to the right and I roll.

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Fri, 01 Feb 2013 00:32:38 -0800

nbcparksandrec: You may think you’ve seen him, but you’re...

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 00:31:24 -0800

nbcparksandrec:

You may think you’ve seen him, but you’re probably mistaken.

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Fri, 01 Feb 2013 00:30:14 -0800

Mt. Roraima, Venezuela

Tunnel of Love - Kleven, Ukraine

The Richat Structure - Mauritania

Moravia, Czech Republic

Zhangye, China

Crystal Cave - Skaftafell, Iceland

I found truth in you, I knew the day we started. Love dies...

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 00:27:26 -0800

I found truth in you,

I knew the day we started.

Love dies too,

Missing you since the day we parted.

The World As Hologram

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 14:10:44 -0800

The World As Hologram

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Sat, 26 Jan 2013 19:21:37 -0800

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Wed, 02 Jan 2013 22:28:05 -0800

The world isn’t ending today. However, when the universe...

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 00:14:18 -0800

The world isn’t ending today. However, when the universe eventually comes to a close, these are the ways in which it might actually happen.

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I really agree with what Jobs is saying here. “Everything...

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 16:35:00 -0800

I really agree with what Jobs is saying here. “Everything around you that you call life was made up by people that were no smarter than you.” Although, I find it ironic that the people who live “very limited lives” are the reason behind his success. Jobs certainly inspired creativity and agency in many, but the mass consumption of the fruits of his ideas is antithetical to those very passions.

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Thu, 20 Dec 2012 16:25:00 -0800

Bestmau5

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 16:17:21 -0800

Bestmau5

Now the snow will fall and the lover’s call,Will be...

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 02:03:00 -0800

Now the snow will fall and the lover’s call,
Will be drenched out by the chatterin’ of birds.
As the season shifts lonely minds will drift,
On the ocean in a build up of its roar.

As I knock your door from inside once more,
How I wish a soothin’ breeze would let me in.
Shake my tambourine at your glowing dreams,
So honey won’t you let me in.

On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 13:25:00 -0800

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street. “This is amazing,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you’re the 100% perfect girl for me.”

“And you,” she said to him, “are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I’d pictured you in every detail. It’s like a dream.”

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It’s a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one’s dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, “Let’s test ourselves—just once. If we really are each other’s 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we’ll marry then and there. What do you think?”

“Yes,” she said, “that is exactly what we should do.”

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other’s 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season’s terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence’s piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, both along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in the chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don’t you think?

- Haruki Murakami

I know my thoughts,But I can’t hide them.

Thu, 22 Nov 2012 13:39:00 -0800

I know my thoughts,
But I can’t hide them.

Everything we know about the Universe in a single line.

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 22:52:56 -0800

Everything we know about the Universe in a single line.

And I

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 12:07:00 -0800

And I