Tonianne! What was the name of that bad guy from Pirates of the Caribbean?

Captain Barbosa?

No no! That other guy from the other one.

Davey Jones?

No! He was that guy! The little one! Chicken Cutlet or something.

His name was what?

Like... Chicken Cutlet...

CUTLER BECKETTE!?

Yeah that guy. He had a funny name.

I hate you.

A bit of linguistic history. Since I used the idiom I needed to know where it came from ( Read more... )

Why do people say bad things come in threes? Is it because once one particularly bad event occurs people become more sensitive to subsequent bad events that may otherwise go unnoticed? Is it because the bad event is a self-perpetuating design, contributing to factors of emotion and perception that increase the likelihood of the subsequent bad ( Read more... )

People are always talking about freedom. Freedom to live a certain way. Of course the more you live a certain way, the less it feels like freedom.

Me? I can change during the course of a day. I wake I'm one person and when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else.

Just finished a slew of posters and advertisements for the next CA program and instead of feeling accomplished I can only think of the work (the actual important, matriculation work that I enjoy) I didn't accomplish. I feel like I just got through the day. Endured it, moved through it like rote, and now have time to reflect on all the didn'ts ( Read more... )

I've been the warm little center of the universe, feeling some things slip through my fingers, clinging tight to others, pulling, pushing, reminiscing ( Read more... )

“A great rabbi stands teaching in the marketplace. It happens that a husband finds proof that morning of his wife’s adultery, and a mob carries her to the marketplace to stone her to death. (There is a familiar version of this story, but a friend of mine, a Speaker for the Dead, has told me of two other rabbis that faced the same situation. Those ( Read more... )

Kalwakuruni (12:07:42 am): My laptop fell down and sustained major injuries ( Read more... )

Startling, a jolt tore images sketched on feather quills ( Read more... )

I find it staggering that I know people that are so good, so inherently, unspeakably, naturally kind that they would eagerly, and of their own accord, endeavor to cheer up my significant other as well as myself when we are going through a hard time ( Read more... )