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new year

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

Thomas Mann

Owww… party….alcohol…pain…owww…must….sleep…happy…new…year…sleep…

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some quotes…

Bored, so I will just post some cool quotes that I have lying around…

An idiot throws a rock into a well and ten smart people have to do their best to get it out.

Romanian proverb

I don’t necessarily agree with my own opinion.

Order is for idiots, genius can handle chaos.

If you want to be witty, say what you think at all times

Oscar Wilde

Time is just a window someone forgot to close.

Aika

Life is what happens to you when you’re making other plans.

Doubt is not a pleasant condition but certainty is an absurd one.

Voltaire

To achieve success: Break all the rules.

Robert de Wolf

Reality is that which refuses to go away when I close my eyes.

It IS as BAD as you think, and they ARE out to get you.

Truth stands when the world is burning down.

Normal is a setting on a washing machine.

A clean, neat, and orderly work-place is a sure sign of a sick mind.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are for.

John A. Shedd

While we are not ideal people, we must be people of ideals.

The mockingbird can change its tune eighty-seven times in seven minutes. Politicians regard this interesting fact with envy.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Pablo Picasso

How come the dove gets to be the peace symbol? How about the pillow? It has more feathers than the dove, and it doesn’t have that dangerous beak.

Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?

Why is it that when you transport something by car, it’s called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it’s called cargo?

Why do we drive on parkways and park in driveways?

livejournal
I found a flaw in using Livejournal to post my thoughts on my webpage today. If you press the ” Previous 2″ link at the top to go back over and over again, to come to a point where it no longer says ” Previous 2″ but “Previous Day.” At that point pressing it will just bring you back the the same entries over and over again. The issue is that Livejournal to keep load on their servers down archives everything 75 entries and older. This means that the script I use to access my entries does not know how to handle anything older than 75 entries ago. You can still see the old entries over at beggs.livejournal.com but I don’t like that.

So, I have been thinking that I may sit down and so some work on writing my own database and scripts for my journal and the comments. I really like the comments, it’s the interaction that makes the whole journal thing worth while. The problem with leaving Livejournal is that there is no longer a login option to identify a commenter. But I have to think on how much that is an issue given the number of people who actually comment on my journal.

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pale blue dot…

For the second time in my life I tuned into the news and saw bright flashes against a inky night. Flashes which represent the beginning of war. At this point I don’t know how I feel about the “war on terrorism” I don’t like the idea of a prolonged war… but I agree that terrorism should be abolished, it’s practitioners hunted down and dealt with. I feel lost, I want to support my country but I do not want to go to war… In the end I stand behind America, and I will do what I have to, even go to war.

In light of this days events I have a quote, I sent it to most of the people who read this page, but just in case someone else happens along…

(From Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space by Carl Sagan, Random House, 1994)

Pale Blue Dot

Earth (the dot in the middle) as seen from 3.7 billion miles away by the Voyager 1 spacecraft, on 6/6/1990.

“… Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors, so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”