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Anyone know where to get a gavel near the berkeley area? The thing that judge's use? I need to get one for a friend as a gift, and it's kind of urgent so I can't order it online...

Any ideas?

"I am suddenly consumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret."
— Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler's Wife)

Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

- American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis

There was something just slightly off in Vince's bright, Asian smile. Like he had learned to smile from a picture book. Even when he made the required dirty put-down jokes with the cops, nobody got mad at him. Nobody laughed, either, but that didn't stop him. He kept making all the correct ritual gestures, but he always seemed to be faking. That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Jeff Lindsay

 Discussion on Isaac Bashevis Singer----

"... Past and present, animate and inanimate, the supernatural and ordinary world of the senses, even life and death -- are not set in opposition or even juxtaposed, but rather they are fused, embedded in one another. There is no border between the cosmic and the mundane, because the two not separate countries..... modes of existence usually thought to be dichotomous have their being on the same plane, and that plane is the world of matter, the world of phenomena....." 

Just something I couldn't get out of my head because while I was taking SAT prep it struck true to me. I paused there and thought about how it made so much sense, which probably wasn't the smartest idea since we were on a limited time and we were being timed...

Comments for Monday, October 13, 2008
Guest: Amity Shlaes Author,"The Forgotten Man: A New History of the Great Depression."

The town of Henryton was a small town neighboring Ellicot City and Sykesville, and featured an immense 4-winged hospital in which African Americans infected with  tuberculosis were sent to parish. Once the vaccine for TB was created, the hospital was used to house and treat children with mental/learning disabilities. The town was evacuated in 1985 due to asbestos.

I've been here twice now, and this town is AWESOME. there is definitely some paranormal activity occuring here -- the constant feeling of  being watched/followed, objects moving on their own, and voices.


   

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"Perhaps there are many reasons why this should be so: first, because a woman is "not your type" you let yourself, at the beginning, be loved by her without loving in return, and by doing this you allow your life to be gripped by a habit which would not have taken root in the same way with a woman who was "your type," who, conscious of your desire, would have offered more resistance, would only rarely have consented to see you, would not have installed herself in every hour of your days with that familiarity which that means that later, if you come to love her and then suddenly she is not there, because of a quarrel or because of a journey during which you are left without news of her, you are hurt by the severance but of a thousand links.
And then this habit, not resting upon the foundation of strong physical desire, is sentimental one, and once love is born the brain gets much more busily to work; you are plunged into a romance, not plague by a mere need.  We are not wary of women who are "not your type," we let them love us, and if, subsequently, we come to love them we love them a hundred times more than we love other women, without even enjoying in their arms the satisfaction of assuaged desire.  For these reasons and many others the fact that our greatest unhappinesses come to us from women who are "not your type" is not simply an instance of that mockery of fate which never grants us our wishes except in the form which pleases us least.
A woman who is "our type" is seldom dangeous, she is not interested in us, she gives us a limited consentment and then quickly leaves us without establishing herself in our life, and what on the contrary, in love, is dangerous and profilic of suffering is not a woman herself but her presence besides us every day and our curiousity about what she is doing every minute: not the beloved woman, but habit."

"'The friendship of two young people,' says Goethe somewhere, 'is delightful when the girl likes to learn and the boy to teach.' It will perhaps be said that this virgin curiosity is no more than unconscious physical desire; but what does it matter, if this desire sharpens the mind and deadens conceit?"

"It is absurd and inhuman for a man and woman to want to live as though they had no bodies."

"The reading of a fine book is an uninterrupted dialogue in which the book speaks and our soul replies."

--Andre Maurois

i am looking for kaley rodriguez whose id card, key chain (dorm key), and usb key i found near fresh's tree on campus today. if anybody knows an e-mail for this person, or can tell her about this post, please do-- if i don't get any responses by tomorrow morning, i will take this to the Cal 1 Card office tomorrow morning.

Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not.
- Frankenstein

"I am alone and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species and have the same defects. This being you must create."
- Frankenstein

There is a kind of expressed love which is easy to subvert. When a figure is loved for their deeds, their conquests, their heroism, their goodness, their love of the people, these are easy enough to destroy... But there is a kind of love which is felt for apparently no reason... A love, inspired, it seems, by the gods, which it is impossible to fight, distort, destroy, or weaken. In fact, the attempts to destroy such loves only strengthen them. And to do nothing allows them to continue to grow at their natural pace, inexoribly, till this love becomes a wide and silent adoration.

"I don't know how long

regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
I don't know how many paper towels it would take
to wipe up the Pacific Ocean, or why the light

of a candle being blown out travels faster
than the luminescence of one that's just been lit,
but I do know that all our huffing and puffing

into each other's ears—as if the brain was a trick
birthday candle—didn't make the silence
any easier to navigate."



- Jeffrey McDaniel