Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Without Friends

 It is because we look like we don't have friends that we don't have friends.

 So ironic, yet so true. A person without friends seems distant, far away in a place no one can join them. They seem happy, content to be alone, as if time has taught them to be so.

 They find no comfort in the toils of the earth and amuse themselves by analyzing others. To say they are not lonely is a lie, but alas, they think they know no other thing.

 They are delighted by the slightest misstep in the humanity around them and thrive on the common misfortunes that befall others.

  What a thankless existence. For what creature finds pleasure in the toils and sorrows of others? A person without friends.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Little Quips: Mistaken Identity

 It's not a common problem, but when it occurs, I think you're talking to me.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

For Best Results, Serving Suggestion, Contents Hot

  These little phrases are called 'insurance'.

  For best results, use the standard size for normal servings and the small size for small servings. Common sense, anyone? For best results, do not wash entire unit. Remove electrical apparatus first. Hmmm...but you have to think about this. Apparently, the only reason this little phrase exists is because someone's tried these things before.

  Serving suggestion. The peaches on the front of the can, with cream on top of them are a serving suggestion. They are not an indication of the contents of the can. The cereal with milk being poured into it is a serving suggestion, the cereal doesn't come with milk. And no, your oatmeal is not precooked. You actually have to get some water and some oven and some electricity and some heat and cook the stuff.

 My personal favorite: contents may be hot. You ordered a cup of coffee. Did you order iced coffee? No? What makes you think it's not going to be hot? But just in case you weren't sure, we've added this little phrase graciously lent to us by Captain Obvious to help you on your way.


Friday, January 9, 2015

Poetry Fridays: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

Author Notes

In a 1926 letter to Cristine Yates of Dickson, Tennessee, asking about the line "I shall be telling this with a sigh" Frost wrote, "It was my rather private jest at the expense of those who might think I would yet live to be sorry for the way I had taken in life."
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Thursday, January 8, 2015

The Meaning of Life

 It has often been said that the idea of happiness is the creator of contentment. But do we wait for an idea to 

make us happy? Do we wait for our happiness to be cultivated before we are content? That we can be 

content and yet experience unhappiness is indeed a sad oxymoron yet also a true one. We can desire for 

none of the things of the world and yet, be unhappy for want of nourishment or raiment.