Jordan's Minutiae
cerebrations and mentations of a 23yo southpaw philomath with no idea where he's going
Jun 14th, 2009 @ 1:00 pm
Jun 13th, 2009 @ 10:59 pm
Jun 10th, 2009 @ 1:12 pm
When The Lamp Is Shattered by Percy Bysshe Shelley
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead -
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow’s glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart’s echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute -
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman’s knell.
When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Jun 8th, 2009 @ 10:43 am
I Have A Bird In Spring - Emily Dickenson
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing —
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears —
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown —
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.
Fast is a safer hand
Held in a truer Land
Are mine —
And though they now depart,
Tell I my doubting heart
They’re thine.
In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.
Then will I not repine,
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown
Shall in a distant tree
Bright melody for me
Return.
Jun 5th, 2009 @ 2:29 pm
May 27th, 2009 @ 2:23 pm
This poor little caryatid has fallen under the load. She’s a good girl—look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone, not even the gods…and still trying to shoulder her load, after she’s crumpled under it.
But she’s more than just good art denouncing bad art; she’s a symbol for every woman who ever shouldered a load too heavy. But not alone women—this symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out life in uncomplaining fortitude until they crumpled under their loads. It’s courage…and victory.
Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn’t give up…she’s still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her…she’s all the unsung heroes who couldn’t make it but never quit.
Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
May 20th, 2009 @ 2:28 pm
“Anybody can see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl she used to be. A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is … and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be … more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive, prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart … no matter what the merciless hours have done.”
Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. HeinleinMay 11th, 2009 @ 12:48 am
@ 12:39 am
May 10th, 2009 @ 9:04 pm
@ 6:14 pm
“Strength is Happiness. Strength is itself victory. In weakness and cowardice there is no happiness. When you wage a struggle, you might win or you might lose. But regardless of the short-term outcome, the very fact of your continuing to struggle is proof of your victory as a human being.”
Daisaku IkedaApr 13th, 2009 @ 11:47 am
Falling Dream
Walking barefoot though huge concrete dark room lit by city lights. I can see a bed I’m moving toward. No one is in it. I slip about 20-30 feet away from it. I’m falling. For a long time. I realize after a few moments I’m falling down toward some ground I can’t see. I wake.
I think it’s inevitable, finding meaning in your dreams.
Apr 4th, 2009 @ 2:00 am
Dredg - Not That Simple
Lyrics are easier:
Remove my hands and feet Watch me crawl on my stubs Throw me to the street Watch me fall on down head first
It’s not that simple I’ve needed this from the start To guide my way To be okay It’s made life simple I’ve needed this from the start to wake up
If all else fails If all turns to dust Set sail on a ship built from trust If all else fails And all starts to rust Set sail on a ship built for us
Its time to retreat I sawed it down to the bone The canyons are too deep yeah Decided to run like a child Decided to run to rescue Took too long to wake up
If all else fails If all turns to dust Set sail on a ship built from trust If all else fails And all starts to rust Set sail on a ship built for us
It’s not that simple I’ve needed this from the start To guide my way To be okay It’s made life simple I’ve needed this from the start to wake up
If all else fails If all turns to dust Set sail on a ship built from trust If all else fails And all starts to rust Set sail on a ship built for us For us for us
Mar 7th, 2009 @ 1:46 pm
Picture about Wwii, tldr by swl
Jan 25th, 2009 @ 3:46 pm
Roll your own Safari
- Download Fluid
- Get a sweet icon
- Set up fluid for any site and run the new program you created
- Go to Preferences > Advanced and Select “Allow browsing to any URL”
- Set the sweet icon in Preferences > General
- Set as your default browser within Safari’s preferences
Now you have a customizable, skinnable, greasemonkey-enabled browser for your mac with awesome extra features. Be sure to check the menu items for other fun things, like instant TinyURL-ification, Coverflow thumbnail browser, and more. I call mine Sofaro.
