Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The story of too much ambition ...
Icarus was the son of the inventor Daedalus and a slave named Naucrate. King Minos of Crete imprisoned Daedalus and Icarus in the Labyrinth to punish Daedalus for helping the hero Theseus to kill the monster called the Minotaur and to escape with Minos' daughter, Ariadne. Daedalus knew that Minos controlled any escape routes by land or sea, but Minos could not prevent an escape by flight. So Daedalus used his skills to build wings for himself and Icarus. He used wax and string to fasten feathers to reeds of varying lengths to imitate the curves of birds' wings.
When their wings were ready, Daedalus warned Icarus to fly at medium altitude. If he flew too high, the sun could melt the wax of his wings, and the sea could dampen the feathers if he flew too low.
Once they had escaped Crete, Icarus became exhilarated by flight. Ignoring his father's warning, he flew higher and higher. The sun melted the wax holding his wings together, and the boy fell into the water and drowned. Daedalus looked down to see feathers floating in the waves, and realized what had happened. He buried his son on an island which would be called Icaria, and the sea into which Icarus had fallen would ever after be called the Icarian Sea (between the Cyclades and Asia Minor).
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The galleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights.
They make no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the
arena
are the doers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The
man who makes no mistakes lacks boldness and the spirit of
adventure. He
is the one who never tries anything. His is the brake on the wheel of
progress. And yet it cannot be truly said he makes no mistakes,
because his
biggest mistake is the very fact that he tries nothing, does nothing,
except criticize those who do things.
— DAVID M. SHOUP
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
- I try very hard to balance my work and my social life. Too much work and I hate everybody, too much hanging out and I feel ordinary and unoriginal.
- Frustrated with my own humanity, my need for sleep and inability to work 24 hours a day. There is so much I want and need to do and I feel constricted to the usual system people use for productivity. Considering better options, but not unhappy with my current situation.
- A strange overall excitement for the future is lingering.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.” ~ William Shakespeare
Friday, May 6, 2011
“Ugliness is an illusion, gentlemen. Like beauty. Like color. All depends on the light. The only reality is action.”
—(True Colors)
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
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