zimmythegeek: "Hey buddy...ya know what this is? For your information that's a sacred heart, so don't give me any grief, got it??"
zimmythegeek: "If a person offends you and you are in doubt as to whether it was intentional or not, do not resort to extreme measures. Simply watch your chance and hit him with a brick."
Mark Twain, "Advice to Youth" (speech)
zimmythegeek: Scarlett, I live by these words from Martin Luther King. “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”
zimmythegeek: This is what I love about social media. Maybe 6, 7 years ago, my first dog was dying from a perenial hernia, he cried in pain daily, and I was about $3,000 short of having the money needed to get him a life-saving operation so I was ready to have him put down. This woman and her husband, who I only knew marginally from AOL chat rooms, called me on the phone for the first time ever, and, without me asking, offered to pay the balance. My first reaction was "No, I can't accept that" but she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, and my dog was dying so I didn't protest TOO loudly. . She's also a brilliant author and novelist. We should all be so fortunate to have such friends
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zimmythegeek: “The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour). I know, however, of a young chronophobic who experienced something like panic when looking for the first time at homemade movies that had been taken a few weeks before his birth. He saw a world that was practically unchanged -- the same house, the same people -- and then realized that he did not exist there at all and that nobody mourned his absence. He caught a glimpse of his mother waving from an upstairs window, and that unfamiliar gesture disturbed him, as if it were some mysterious farewell. But what particularly frightened him was the sight of a brand-new baby carriage standing there on the porch, with the smug, encroaching air of a coffin; even that was empty, as if, in the reverse course of events, his very bones had disintegrated.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, "Speak, Memory"
zimmythegeek: I've always loved this song, and these kids who might be young enough to be my grandchildren, do it to perfection. Amazing.
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zimmythegeek: For the last six months, my friend's impending death has left me out of sorts, to put it mildly. In the week since her death, I've processed my grief, and just over the weekend, and so far today, I've gotten more work and other things accomplished than I have all year. I gotta keep this momentum going!
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zimmythegeek in reply to zz3n: zz3n, I often have dreams about my parents, not realizing they are gone until I wake. I think the people we have lost would not want their passing to make us unhappy for the rest of our lives. I don't believe in any kind of afterlife so when I'm at my best I try to make each finite day as good as it can be.
Scarlett778: More often than not, I have had to say goodbye to my loved ones, so your grief is my grief. I'm aware of your beliefs, but if you'll allow me, Zimmy, I want to say that during those times when the cold hand of loss gripped me I silently reached out to someone greater, praying his would be the hand to carry through. I believe in the afterlife...why else would we be given people to love with all our heart only to have it disappear when they pass away...I know I'll meet them again. This is my faith and belief. I wish you peace and comfort with each passing day...HUGS
zimmythegeek: Years before the civil rights movement became popular and everyone jumped on the bandwagon, Frank Sinatra was making this a priority. I couldn't find the whole clip, but the kid standing in the back was being bullied for being of the wrong ethnicity, and Sinatra set the kids straight. I love this song.
zimmythegeek: Oh, the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour when the ship comes in
Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered
zimmythegeek: It is true that the idea of virtuous self-sacrifice is deeply embedded in Western culture (at least insofar as the West has been influenced by Christianity, which is based on the imitation of someone who performed the ultimate act of self-sacrifice). Any claim that the Golden Rule does not mean "sacrifice yourself for others" might therefore appear dubious. But Christ's archetypal death exists as an example of how to accept finitude, betrayal and tyranny heroically -- how to walk with God despite the tragedy of self-conscious knowledge -- and not as a directive to victimize ourselves in the service of others. To sacrifice ourselves to God (to the highest good, if you like) does not mean to suffer silently and willingly when some person or organization demands more from us, consistently, than is offered in return. That means we are supporting tyranny, and allowing ourselves to be treated like slaves. It is not virtuous to be victimized by a bully, even if that bully is oneself.
-- Jordan B. Peterson, "12 Rules for Life"
zimmythegeek: Hayseed visiting Harvard: "Can y'all tell me where the library's at?"
Harvard grandee: "Sir, this is an eminent university. We do NOT answer questions that end with PREPOSITIONS."
Hayseed: "Okay. Can y'all tell me where the library's at, a**h***?"