Thursday, July 28, 2005

 
What a newborn really looks like. From the Mayo Clinic newsletter. Idea: yes it's okay if your baby looks like an alien initially.

 
This is so good it deserves its own entry AND a new link. www.studentssketchpad.blogspot.com

Monday, July 25, 2005

 
This is good. Workplace generation gap: Understand differences among colleagues. From the Mayo Clinic newsletter.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

 
Yeah this blog has been, er, sorta dead for some time. No worries. I've been busy mass-bombing CVs (nothing new), making new friends consolidating those friendships (again, nothing new), shopping (occasionally), reading (all kinds of stuff, btw debut novels by SF writers no matter how promisingly hyped are draggy do not touch with ten-foot pole), dropping by BloggerCon last Saturday courtesy of the young one who tried to call me She Who Will Not Be Named, and maybe just maybe seriously annoyed someone on Sunday night. Who knows.

Jnet ya still having interviews? Wanna meet up?

And I'm dazedly having lunch now. Mundane. Routine. Boring. ;) bah.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

 
Oikono's piece entitled "In defence of the NKF CEO's compensation" is, I thought, interesting enough, but it's the discussion on the comments area for that post that really hits the nail on the head.

Since it's not his most recent post, you might have to scroll down a bit to find it.

Friday, July 15, 2005

 
"You've got to find what you love," Steve Jobs says.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

 
I have not yet grasped the pattern.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

 
Something peculiarly sad. lifted off a friend's blog.

"The Perks of Being a Wallflower," Stephen Chbosky

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem
and he called it 'Chops' because that was the name of his dog
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an 'A' and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to all his aunts
that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the little girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of x's and he had to ask his father what the x's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem
and he called it 'autumn' because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an 'A' and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of the new paint
and the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left them in the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad when he cried for him to do it

Once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem
and he called it 'Innocence: a question' because that was the question about his girl
and that's what it was all about
and his professor gave him an 'A' and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed it to her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
and he caught his sister making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed or even talked
and the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her but he did anyway because that was the thing to do
and at 3am he tucked himself into bed - his father snoring loudly

that's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem
and he called it 'Absolutely Nothing'
because that's what it was all about
and he gave himself an 'A' and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.

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