2008 is going to be a great year
Because I'm going to make sure it is.
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Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
... And Ended Up Writing.
Hey, I know I've been distant and thanks for understanding and keeping away and being very professional. I do want to be friends because we do like the same things... but I find it difficult to hear your voice because that's the thing that drew me to you... that and your mind.
I wish I was a strong enough man to say this in person but... once bitten twice shy. You understand.
That's all. Thanks for understanding, and maybe, you know, in the new year, we'll go for coffee, have some lunch, or even just have a conversation.
A snippet of a handwritten note delivered three months to the day... unsure why that's in my memory.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Things I will never say...
but took all of 47 seconds to write.
Hey, I know I've been distant and thanks for understanding and keeping away and very professional... and I do want to be friends because we do like the same things... but I find it difficult to hear your voice because that's the thing that drew me to you... that and your mind.
That's all. Thanks for understanding, and maybe, you know, in the new year, we'll talk some more, go for coffee, have some lunch.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Leviathan
I countered KB's poetry with a little Thomas Hobbes:
"Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of Warre, where every man is Enemy to every man; the same is consequent to the time, wherein men live without other security, than what their own strength, and their own invention shall furnish them withall. In such condition, there is no place for Industry; because the fruit thereof is uncertain; and consequently no Culture of the Earth; no Navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by Sea; no commodious Building; no Instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no Knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continuall feare, and danger of violent death; And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short."
"Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of Warre, where every man is Enemy to every man; the same is consequent to the time, wherein men live without other security, than what their own strength, and their own invention shall furnish them withall. In such condition, there is no place for Industry; because the fruit thereof is uncertain; and consequently no Culture of the Earth; no Navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by Sea; no commodious Building; no Instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no Knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continuall feare, and danger of violent death; And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short."
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Pushkin
KB has been sending poems around the office. Here's Pushkin:
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.
Labels: poetry
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