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"I don't come from a broken home! My parents weren't divorced. My mother died," I shouted, genuinely insulted. "So much for confidentiality. I can't believe she told your mom that. I should sue her."
I was trying to play it cool. For the past year, I'd known that I was from an unstable home, but I desperately didn't want Xavier to know it. He was the one person on earth who didn't know about all that stuff.
"I told them how nice your dad is," Xavier insisted. "They were considering changing my school until the principal phoned and said you'd run away."
"I'm living with my uncle," I lied. "He's a salesman. I'm going back to school soon. It's perfectly legitimate."
That was a stupid thing to say. Only lowlifes claimed things were legitimate, classy, or exclusive.
--Heather O'Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 8:00pm] |
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And here we... GO!
And for regular Cillian, here it is...
The fact that he still looks good even when he seems to have no arms proves he should play Raiden. I won't say why, as that would be very spoiler-y.
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 9:40pm] |
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| ---Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture. |
[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 10:08pm] |
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"Coach Graham use to ride me hard. I remember one practice in particular. "You're doing it all wrong, Pausch. Go back! Do it again!" I tried to do what he wanted. It wasn't enough. "You owe me, Pausch! You're doing push-ups after practice."
When I was finally dismissed, one of the assistant coaches came over to reassure me. "Coach Graham rode you pretty hard, didn't he?" he said.
I could barely muster "Yeah."
"That's a good thing," the assistant told me. "When you're screwing up and nobody says anything to you anymore, that means they've given up on you."
That lesson has stuck with with me my whole life. When you see yourself doing something badly an nobody's bothering to tell you anymore, that's a bad place to be. You may not want to hear it, but your critics are often the ones telling you they still love you and care about you, and want to make you better."
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 9:01pm] |
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| from "A Hero of Our Time" by Mikhail Lermontov (translated by Vladimir and Dmitri Nobokov) |
[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 8:33pm] |
The thunderstorm caught us in the grotto and detained us there for an extra half hour. She did not make me swear that I would be true to her, did not ask if I had loved other women since we had parted. She entrusted herself to me again with the same unconcern as before -- and I will not decieve her. She is the only woman on earth whom I could not bear to deceive. I know that we shall soon part again -- perhaps, forever; that each of us will go his seperate way, graveward. But her memory will remain inviolable in my soul: I have always repeated this to her, and she believes me, although she says she does not.
At last, we seperated: for a long time, I followed her with my gaze until her hat disappeared behind the shrubs and cliffs. My heart painfully contracted as after the first parting. Oh, how that feeling gladdened me! Could it be that youth with its beneficial storms wants to return to me again, or is it merely its farewell glance -- a last gift to its memory?
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 4:28pm] |
I know I'm moving forward, and there's so many things that are coming my way right now. I didn't expect it to be this fast, but it's exciting. I feel like my life is picking up again, and that's a good thing. However, there's still a void and I know it's him. I don't know how to make it stop, this is my first time.
Here's a glimpse of the past week...
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 4:22pm] |
here is a pretty shot of keira in the film.
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 7:04pm] |
Edita Vilkeviciute “L'art du bronzage”
Vogue Paris June/July 2008
 
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 7:04pm] |
Isabeli Fontana
“Wish They All Could Be California Girls”
Vogue Nippon May 2008
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 7:04pm] |
Elise Crombez “Dona Bella”
Vogue Germany May 2008
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"Elsewhere in darkness, at the foot of sheer and ragged cliffs, in rock and concrete, cracked and broken by the crashing of milkwater, scoured by swash of black basalt sand and bound, wound round by chains and wires threading through his dead flesh and woven into stone, his shattered ribcage torn by twisted steel, impaled in his eternal agony, a thief of fire rages at his binding. If he would only rest, his chains would rust away, but he must rage against his fate. Some day, he swears, the gods will pay. Some day.
Outside the twilight and beyond the pale, on the other side of our distinctions, in the dark, there are no definitions, no edges, only the internal horizons of your senseless souls. There is, it seems, no forbidden realm so dark you cannot envision it as torment for the forces that you fear. We have no choice but to make that vision flesh. And yet, for all their exile from reality, these myths refuse to recognise defeat. Some day, they say. Some day."
--Hal Duncan, "The Tower of Morning's Bones," in Paper Cities: An Anthology of Urban Fantasy
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[Thursday, August 21st, 2008 3:51am] |
"At that moment," Iran said, "when I had the TV sound off, I was in a 382 mood; I had just dialed it. So although I heard the emptiness intellectually, I didn't feel it. My first reaction consisted of being grateful that we could afford a Penfield mood organ. But then I realized how unhealthy it was, sensing the absence of life, not just in this building but everywhere, and not reacting- do you see? I guess you don't. But that used to be considered a sign of mental illness; they called it 'absence of appropriate effect.' So I left the TV sound off and I sat down at my mood organ and experimented. And I finally found a setting for despair." Her dark, pert face showed satisfaction, as if she had achieved something of worth. "So I put it on my schedule for twice a month; I think that's a reasonable amount of time to feel hopeless about everything, about staying here on Earth after everybody who's smart has emigrated, don't you think?"
"But a mood like that, " Rick said, "you're apt to stay in it, not dial your way out. Despair like that, about total reality, is self-perpetuating.
-Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Philip K. Dick
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 2:36pm] |
[Saturday, December 29th, 2001]
last night is lasting forever.
why do all of these winter nights smell like your jacket?
why do these suspecting stars autograph your bracelet studs?
clashing thoughts inside myself.
ignore me.
please dont do this again *****. please just keep your mouth shut.
please let it out. just proclaim your love.
choose.
i want to tell you the whole story.
why i am the way i am.
and why i keep painting these facades on my heart.
maybe i could tell myself in the process.
this isnt poetry.
this is the unpolished product of another night of confusion.
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Seriously, story of my life.
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 8:03pm] |
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[Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 10:53pm] |
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