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From @roshd: It's open house day in school. He is chatting with other parents. She looks at him furtively from across the room. Looks are exchanged. After their respective turns meeting the teacher they go their own separate ways. Not all games are played to win. Some are played for the love of the game.
From @CruciFire:
“I will kill you if you don’t tell me.”
“I am the wrong person.”
“TELL ME!”
“Why don’t you understand… it would be the height of irony!”
“FUCK YOU! Just tell me what I need to know so that I can start writing my story.”
“OK FINE! The meaning of Furtive is sly, secretive. Happy?”
From @aar004: He sat there nursing his drink, the meetings were done and he had the evening all to himself. The bartender poured a shot, pushing the glass towards him. He looked up, surprised. The bartender signaled with his head. There she was! Furtive glances, waiting for a signal, a response.. He smiled coyly.. Their glasses clinked..
From @The_Bufffmaster: Those glances from her window towards the end he lived, where they exchanged stories meagrely through eyes. Those sneak outs to his room jumping through terraces while everyone was asleep, and then, grazing the stars till the morning birds sang. Teardrops roll down today while holding her ring, as she remembers those magical furtive moments.
From @viveklectic: Thoughts of revenge clouded her mind. He had used her for too long. He had forbidden her from talk about their furtive relationship.She saw the light in his room. She pressed the doorbell and waited. As she heard the shuffling footsteps inside, she felt the bulge of solid steel in her handbag.
From @MinolAjekar:
She sat on the bar stool, legs firmly clasped together, like a lady. But those closed legs held a secret, a secret that makes her cold.
She was sure her secret was safe but the guilty unease kept her on edge. She only went commando to inspire her drummer boyfriend’s debut performance.
From @kunalbaidmehta: Sitting at a cafe in Paris, Raul kept giving furtive glances to Lolita while sipping his cup of coffee.Anyone noticing this would have thought Raul to be shy and not being able to walk across and speak to her. No one knew that Raul was a detective hired to keep a watch on Lolita.
From @tweettabulous:
She was the new intern and had the deepest green eyes. Her effervescent nature got my attention and soon I was in love with her. We moved in together.She sent me a sext and I rushed home. House. Empty. Nothing left. She had disappeared.
If only, I paid heed to the brain’s warnings…
From @sinpinklove: She stood there making slight furitive glances as the police were conducting their enquiry about a lost necklace of the maharaja era. She, being with them for many years was treated as a family member and not subject to any questioning. They had no knowledge of her ailing husband and his expensive treatment.
27 Eylül 2012 Perşembe
Theme 153 - Fall
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From @aaroo4:
“Listen to me carefully- close your eyes, and fold your arms on your chest” he instructed her.
“Ok, now what?” she asked impatiently.
“Now, remember, no questions”, he said in a tone that meant business.
“Hmm” she mumbled.
“Just let go & fall backwards”, he said.
“What the …”she stopped herself, landing into his arms.
From @swordfish19: It was a strange day. First there was snow. Then it rained, turning the snow to sludge. Then there was hail, large pellets of it. We stayed indoors. Then, just before night fell, the power went off in our suburb. It was as dark as the inside of an infidel. We fell asleep somehow.
From @MsTitli: Aadi was the perfect guy for her. They were best friends until Aadi realized his part of love.Today after 30years of marriage, he still gives her a rose everyday saying "a rose for my beautiful rose". She never aimed at falling in love, she wanted to rise in love, and she rose!
From @slokabs: It was storytime for class 3-D of Sunshine High. The teacher was animatedly relating to her students the story of Hitler. Some listened intently, some pretended to. She didn't notice little Abhay's head lilting sleepily. "And thus, he fell, only to rise!", she completed the chapter. At that precise moment, Abhay’s forehead hit the table!.
From @deescjockey: Grandpa sighed as I wheeled him around the ruins. "I shot some of my best scenes right here. You won't believe how young girls fawned upon me..." We did this every year, visiting the old studio, reliving his days in the limelight. This visit in 1972 was to be our last.
From @visualizashan:
I fucking hate when your questions question my answer to your question. I hate when my sensible explanations don't make sense,when you move your face away when I try to kiss you. May be you no longer have the value and respect that you once had for me.
Today's word is 'Fall' not 'Hate'.
From @tweettabulous:
He was known as the King of the share market, had amassed a huge empire with grandeur assets.His judgments were trusted blindly. Friends would entrust their hard money with him. He’d always given them profits.That autumn brought sheer misfortune. He filed for bankruptcy and was forced to sell his possessions.
TIME: The Fall.
From @roshd:
“OK I’m an unemployed drunkard but your mother’s no angel. D’you know what ‘work’ she did? She was a whore”, he spat on her as she sobbed.
Ravi hugged and kissed his mother.
“I’m even more proud of her now. If you’re still here after one hour I’ll strangle you to death you worthless pimp.”
From @MinolAjekar:
It was meant to be casual. Booty call. Friends with benefits. No emotionality. Fun and games and sex. A plus one for those hard times.
Falling in love was not the plan of action, in any way or form.
From @vivekisms: He was forewarned. He was told. He had gone through it before. And yet it happened. Once again. Yet. Logic was shown the window. He fell in love. One more time.
From @ladycardiidae: "This is my fall from grace," she said. It was the death of her self-respect. The last of it. "I let them undress my conscience," she said, as she gathered her belongings into a tethered carton. As she stepped out of the 9-5 whirlpool, there arrived a blue envelope which pushed her back into it.
“Listen to me carefully- close your eyes, and fold your arms on your chest” he instructed her.
“Ok, now what?” she asked impatiently.
“Now, remember, no questions”, he said in a tone that meant business.
“Hmm” she mumbled.
“Just let go & fall backwards”, he said.
“What the …”she stopped herself, landing into his arms.
From @swordfish19: It was a strange day. First there was snow. Then it rained, turning the snow to sludge. Then there was hail, large pellets of it. We stayed indoors. Then, just before night fell, the power went off in our suburb. It was as dark as the inside of an infidel. We fell asleep somehow.
From @MsTitli: Aadi was the perfect guy for her. They were best friends until Aadi realized his part of love.Today after 30years of marriage, he still gives her a rose everyday saying "a rose for my beautiful rose". She never aimed at falling in love, she wanted to rise in love, and she rose!
From @slokabs: It was storytime for class 3-D of Sunshine High. The teacher was animatedly relating to her students the story of Hitler. Some listened intently, some pretended to. She didn't notice little Abhay's head lilting sleepily. "And thus, he fell, only to rise!", she completed the chapter. At that precise moment, Abhay’s forehead hit the table!.
From @deescjockey: Grandpa sighed as I wheeled him around the ruins. "I shot some of my best scenes right here. You won't believe how young girls fawned upon me..." We did this every year, visiting the old studio, reliving his days in the limelight. This visit in 1972 was to be our last.
From @visualizashan:
I fucking hate when your questions question my answer to your question. I hate when my sensible explanations don't make sense,when you move your face away when I try to kiss you. May be you no longer have the value and respect that you once had for me.
Today's word is 'Fall' not 'Hate'.
From @tweettabulous:
He was known as the King of the share market, had amassed a huge empire with grandeur assets.His judgments were trusted blindly. Friends would entrust their hard money with him. He’d always given them profits.That autumn brought sheer misfortune. He filed for bankruptcy and was forced to sell his possessions.
TIME: The Fall.
From @roshd:
“OK I’m an unemployed drunkard but your mother’s no angel. D’you know what ‘work’ she did? She was a whore”, he spat on her as she sobbed.
Ravi hugged and kissed his mother.
“I’m even more proud of her now. If you’re still here after one hour I’ll strangle you to death you worthless pimp.”
From @MinolAjekar:
It was meant to be casual. Booty call. Friends with benefits. No emotionality. Fun and games and sex. A plus one for those hard times.
Falling in love was not the plan of action, in any way or form.
From @vivekisms: He was forewarned. He was told. He had gone through it before. And yet it happened. Once again. Yet. Logic was shown the window. He fell in love. One more time.
From @ladycardiidae: "This is my fall from grace," she said. It was the death of her self-respect. The last of it. "I let them undress my conscience," she said, as she gathered her belongings into a tethered carton. As she stepped out of the 9-5 whirlpool, there arrived a blue envelope which pushed her back into it.
Theme 155 - Disgrace
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From @slokabs: She walked like a princess, twirled like a dream. The audience watched, awestruck by her beauty and poise. Suddenly, without warning, her bustier gave way. Grasping it just in time, she scurried backstage. The audience murmured in disbelief. No applause, no sympathies. One dark moment had brought the curtains down on her illustrious modeling career.
From @roshd:
“This Peter turned out to be a disgrace even in death”
“Why is that? What happened? How did he die?”
“Well, he fell from grace.”
“Whaat?”
“Yup. Lily refused to marry him”
“So?”
“Grace Apartment is the 12 storeyed building where Lily lived”
From @purplebrains: We are all guilty of having disgraced our ten year old selves. In having forgotten and sold off our many dreams, wishes, hopes and faith, we became what we had tried to deny. Becoming skeptical of rainbows and imaginary friends, we no longer remain children of any God. Therein lies our punishment for each sin.
From @tweettabulous:
We longed for it. It came. It blew our minds. It taught us beautiful lessons.
It gave others hope. The world went gaga over it.
His immense talent was the talk of the town. New Superstar.
We were proud. We had finally made something “different”
Till the videos came out and it reeked of plagiarism.
From @PeaceOVent: She danced to the tune of the beats. She moved like she was being tamed by a snake charmer. Everyone was riveted. All eyes were on her. Then the song ended. The patrons came to her and threw Rs 10 notes at her. The life of a bar dancer.
From @eklavyagupte: The freedom speech that you delivered was incomplete without your head on our shoulders. Yet you chose to run away the exact moment when we needed you the most. You told us that heavyweights fight for power and that lightweights fight for freedom. I am sorry to say you were nothing but a disgrace.
From @rajaet: Amidst the market ,she clutched the cleaved penis in her hand. Hands and clothes, flushed in blood. The dead manhood-less body of the man did not completely satisfy her vengeance for the disgrace he brought upon her.
The people around could only talk about how disgraceful was it for a woman to be so gutsy.
From @mitchellez: She knew pure love. She had known it since she was six. She had accepted Him as her spouse and was not afraid to say it out loud. She abandoned her family, riches and fame. She sat among sages and danced on the streets. She was in love with Gopal and her name was Meera.
From @deescjockey: 'Honour' might sound like an abstract thing to you, growing up in your pretty little homes with nothing to ever question your sense of who you are. You never spent your days scraping your life together, an abstract idea of honour the only thing keeping you sane. Of course, my disgrace means nothing to you.
From @roshd:
“This Peter turned out to be a disgrace even in death”
“Why is that? What happened? How did he die?”
“Well, he fell from grace.”
“Whaat?”
“Yup. Lily refused to marry him”
“So?”
“Grace Apartment is the 12 storeyed building where Lily lived”
From @purplebrains: We are all guilty of having disgraced our ten year old selves. In having forgotten and sold off our many dreams, wishes, hopes and faith, we became what we had tried to deny. Becoming skeptical of rainbows and imaginary friends, we no longer remain children of any God. Therein lies our punishment for each sin.
From @tweettabulous:
We longed for it. It came. It blew our minds. It taught us beautiful lessons.
It gave others hope. The world went gaga over it.
His immense talent was the talk of the town. New Superstar.
We were proud. We had finally made something “different”
Till the videos came out and it reeked of plagiarism.
From @PeaceOVent: She danced to the tune of the beats. She moved like she was being tamed by a snake charmer. Everyone was riveted. All eyes were on her. Then the song ended. The patrons came to her and threw Rs 10 notes at her. The life of a bar dancer.
From @eklavyagupte: The freedom speech that you delivered was incomplete without your head on our shoulders. Yet you chose to run away the exact moment when we needed you the most. You told us that heavyweights fight for power and that lightweights fight for freedom. I am sorry to say you were nothing but a disgrace.
From @rajaet: Amidst the market ,she clutched the cleaved penis in her hand. Hands and clothes, flushed in blood. The dead manhood-less body of the man did not completely satisfy her vengeance for the disgrace he brought upon her.
The people around could only talk about how disgraceful was it for a woman to be so gutsy.
From @mitchellez: She knew pure love. She had known it since she was six. She had accepted Him as her spouse and was not afraid to say it out loud. She abandoned her family, riches and fame. She sat among sages and danced on the streets. She was in love with Gopal and her name was Meera.
From @deescjockey: 'Honour' might sound like an abstract thing to you, growing up in your pretty little homes with nothing to ever question your sense of who you are. You never spent your days scraping your life together, an abstract idea of honour the only thing keeping you sane. Of course, my disgrace means nothing to you.
Theme 156 - Gesture
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From @krishna_marathe: They met at the party. He remembered her as the woman who knew what she wanted. She wanted to walk away; she did. Silver lining from clouds reflected in her tresses now. She smiled and hugged him...tight. it wasn't a gesture, it was SOS.
From @slokabs: The traffic cop directed the unruly traffic with his hands. A woman coyly winked at someone across the road. He waved and nodded! Another woman scorned, pretending to slap a rickshaw driver on almost getting hit. Nayan’s view from the pavement was abruptly blocked by the white van marked “Sunshine school for the deaf and mute”.
From @swordfish19:
Karim stood stranded under the awning of a shop and watched the rain fall heavily. He was just two blocks away from office.
“Would you care to walk with me?” A man with a large umbrella asked him.
“Thanks” beamed Karim.
Outwardly, a nice gesture, but little did Karim know that he was a pickpocket.
From @xmanishaa:
They met. Fell in love. Were happy. Everything fell apart suddenly. Cancer came in their way.
He loved her a lot. Never made her feel like they would ever part.
She always remembers him while putting the reddest of roses on his grave.
A small gesture made him feel loved while being in heaven.
From @roshd: The couple was seated at the next table at the restaurant having a rollicking conversation, laughing uncontrollably. Her eyes were moist with mirth and she was glued to each word coming from him. I felt like such a retard sitting there, watching them, yet not understanding a word of their beautiful sign language.
From @deescjockey: The woman placed the padded ring on her head and another labourer started piling the bricks over it. She had five more trips to make to the first floor of the building under construction. Her two-year-old picked up a broken brick and started toddling along with her. She laughed at the useless but well-meaning gesture.
From @bright_eclipse:
Hello. You are gorgeous. I am sorry, but I couldn’t resist. I adore your beauty. I am usually not an extrovert... but the frown on your beautiful face was very disturbing... so I thought of sharing a little bit of my happiness...
The mute boy went on and on. The blind girl simply didn’t care.
From @tweettabulous: My friends called me stupid. But I couldn't let go of him. He was married. There's no future they said.But he managed to soothe the mayhem of my soul, bring happiness to my mundane life and provide tranquility to the mind. His daily messages kept me sane... How could I give it up?
From @slokabs: The traffic cop directed the unruly traffic with his hands. A woman coyly winked at someone across the road. He waved and nodded! Another woman scorned, pretending to slap a rickshaw driver on almost getting hit. Nayan’s view from the pavement was abruptly blocked by the white van marked “Sunshine school for the deaf and mute”.
From @swordfish19:
Karim stood stranded under the awning of a shop and watched the rain fall heavily. He was just two blocks away from office.
“Would you care to walk with me?” A man with a large umbrella asked him.
“Thanks” beamed Karim.
Outwardly, a nice gesture, but little did Karim know that he was a pickpocket.
From @xmanishaa:
They met. Fell in love. Were happy. Everything fell apart suddenly. Cancer came in their way.
He loved her a lot. Never made her feel like they would ever part.
She always remembers him while putting the reddest of roses on his grave.
A small gesture made him feel loved while being in heaven.
From @roshd: The couple was seated at the next table at the restaurant having a rollicking conversation, laughing uncontrollably. Her eyes were moist with mirth and she was glued to each word coming from him. I felt like such a retard sitting there, watching them, yet not understanding a word of their beautiful sign language.
From @deescjockey: The woman placed the padded ring on her head and another labourer started piling the bricks over it. She had five more trips to make to the first floor of the building under construction. Her two-year-old picked up a broken brick and started toddling along with her. She laughed at the useless but well-meaning gesture.
From @bright_eclipse:
Hello. You are gorgeous. I am sorry, but I couldn’t resist. I adore your beauty. I am usually not an extrovert... but the frown on your beautiful face was very disturbing... so I thought of sharing a little bit of my happiness...
The mute boy went on and on. The blind girl simply didn’t care.
From @tweettabulous: My friends called me stupid. But I couldn't let go of him. He was married. There's no future they said.But he managed to soothe the mayhem of my soul, bring happiness to my mundane life and provide tranquility to the mind. His daily messages kept me sane... How could I give it up?
Theme 157 - Romance
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From @aaroo4: “Please don’t tell Earl about my illness. We have made plans to go to Venice this month end, ride on the gondola during sunset under the bridge of sighs. It is said your love will be eternal if you do. I want to die cherishing the romance, the 60yrs of togetherness” she told her doctor.
From @Pscripturient: The doctor’s waiting room boils with pain and joy. Open bottles of chemistry, the cackling of impatient phones, and heartbeats of their anxious fortnightly meetings. He pretends to work on a dead phone; she reads a magazine upside down. They are both here to talk of broken hearts. A new romance is in the offing.
From @swordfish19: We reached Mirik and walked by the lake, our hands held together. She wanted a horseback ride, but I wasn’t up to it. So we took a boat ride instead. A dense cloud of mist had gathered on the lake. We could barely see beyond a couple of feet. Our hands were still locked.
From @quratzafar: The air is thick with romance and it feels right. He with his peppered hair and haphazardly buttoned sweater, a book lying beside him...but does he feel it?
Nah, he's in love with my sister.
From @wannabesanyasin: Two whole years. She might have called her a friend but it certainly wasn't just that. She saw her. Hugged her real tight. Looked into her eyes. Tears trickled down. Their breaths merged and she started shivering. She held onto her, tightly. As the alarm cried out loud, she found herself romancing, in her dreams.
From @flirtingshadows: Dear Ganapati, Thank you for helping me rediscover the joy and romance called Bombay. I’ve relished the food, prayed with fervor and reveled in the devotion. But I loathe the cacophony we subject you to, as we celebrate your arrival, presence and departure. Promise you’ll do something about it the next year? Much love, Me.
From @roshd: It was the fairytale wedding of the century. Heir to the throne marries the beautiful 18year old girl. What killed the romance? The return of his ex-girlfriend or her unreal expectations? The truth crashed in the tunnel chased by the paparazzi. He remains the heir. She has long since been canonized ‘The Queen of Hearts'.
From @dneha: "Romance is a delightful playlist of lovers. Each story has its own peculiar OST. Each lover/maestro immortalizes his tune with her. 2002– Talk Tonight by Oasis, 2005 – Fake Plastic Trees by Radio head, 2010 – Big Jet Plane by Angus and Julia Stone. She leaves them with a nonchalantly honest 29 yrs by The National (2002-present)"
From @monathais:
Her sweet tongue was circling the words, while her lips honeyed them out in a musical string.
Les plantes de l'amour - les aphrodisiaques et leurs usages.
The man in the front row was undressing her with his eyes. His heart had been conquered.
Her striking beauty was hiding in the Romance language she spoke.
From @slokabs:
Sunshine, flowers, butterflies and birds;
Darkness, candles, soft and special words;
From see to sense to touch to feel;
A sense of belonging, every lover's dream!
Happiness in conversation, comfort in silence,
Solace in togetherness, a divine confluence;
Maybe a kiss or a hug or simply a fleeting look;
Each time, the emotion, privately understood!
From @asteroidosmic:
"Let's blast it."
"No! That will only create more debris."
"Let's deflect it."
"How?"
"With an impactor"
"We've never tried this before. How big an impactor? What if we fail?"
"Sorry we cannot fund you."
The asteroid hit Jupiter. Our silent, ever vigilant guardian. Of course it remained unaffected, big fat giant that it is.
From @whiteness: They met in painting exhibition. They exchanged smiles and got acquainted quickly. They decided to have a conversation over coffee, in restaurant they touched each others' legs and behaved casually as if it happened accidentally. They discovered that they both love classic films and European languages. By evening, they had drinks and then kissed goodbye.
From @nishantways: He goes to the beach often these days. Alone, you can say. There are lots of couples walking the beach, hand in hand. He doesn’t envy them. He has someone with him always. Up there. He smiles at her. She romances with him every moment. Can he be alone? No, he can’t. He is never.
From @ponderpuffman: Summer Insufficient words. Fulfilling silences. Curious touches. Playful distances. Purposeful hurts. Accidental cares. Attentive ignorances. Carefree gestures. Pleasant abuses. Awkward pleasantries. Winter Delicate trust. Robust hope. Secret whispers. Loud affections. Forever breaths. Momentary arguments. Rains One umbrella. Infinite cups and saucers. Long poems. Short naps. French songs. Unexplainable vows. Same love. Different kind of romance.
From @absoluteme: The skip in her stride The chuckle in her laughter Did you notice it? Her desk got tidier You could hear her hum all the time So apparent! She started loving kids She even complemented the canteen cook! When inquired, she just smiled shyly. But she went overboard when she wore pink glasses to office!
From @Greyllusionist: romance, n.: You called in for the flowers and candles and the aromas for the evening. I came absolutely empty handed to the twinkle of your eyes, sparkle of your smile and the scent of your sweat.
From @vivekisms: He couldn't leave him. He didn't expect him to leave his wife. The situation was strange and yet there was love. No morals. No judgment. Just the idea of a walk on a beach. Accidental touching of fingers. Or maybe not. Just.
From @tweettabulous: Every time I rose in love. There's no falling I believed. Some affairs were casual, others meaningful passionate ones, few were short-lived just for the heat of the moment and the rest provided solace to the soul.
Each in their own way have made me who I am today.Books how much I cherish thee.
From @Pscripturient: The doctor’s waiting room boils with pain and joy. Open bottles of chemistry, the cackling of impatient phones, and heartbeats of their anxious fortnightly meetings. He pretends to work on a dead phone; she reads a magazine upside down. They are both here to talk of broken hearts. A new romance is in the offing.
From @swordfish19: We reached Mirik and walked by the lake, our hands held together. She wanted a horseback ride, but I wasn’t up to it. So we took a boat ride instead. A dense cloud of mist had gathered on the lake. We could barely see beyond a couple of feet. Our hands were still locked.
From @quratzafar: The air is thick with romance and it feels right. He with his peppered hair and haphazardly buttoned sweater, a book lying beside him...but does he feel it?
Nah, he's in love with my sister.
From @wannabesanyasin: Two whole years. She might have called her a friend but it certainly wasn't just that. She saw her. Hugged her real tight. Looked into her eyes. Tears trickled down. Their breaths merged and she started shivering. She held onto her, tightly. As the alarm cried out loud, she found herself romancing, in her dreams.
From @flirtingshadows: Dear Ganapati, Thank you for helping me rediscover the joy and romance called Bombay. I’ve relished the food, prayed with fervor and reveled in the devotion. But I loathe the cacophony we subject you to, as we celebrate your arrival, presence and departure. Promise you’ll do something about it the next year? Much love, Me.
From @roshd: It was the fairytale wedding of the century. Heir to the throne marries the beautiful 18year old girl. What killed the romance? The return of his ex-girlfriend or her unreal expectations? The truth crashed in the tunnel chased by the paparazzi. He remains the heir. She has long since been canonized ‘The Queen of Hearts'.
From @dneha: "Romance is a delightful playlist of lovers. Each story has its own peculiar OST. Each lover/maestro immortalizes his tune with her. 2002– Talk Tonight by Oasis, 2005 – Fake Plastic Trees by Radio head, 2010 – Big Jet Plane by Angus and Julia Stone. She leaves them with a nonchalantly honest 29 yrs by The National (2002-present)"
From @monathais:
Her sweet tongue was circling the words, while her lips honeyed them out in a musical string.
Les plantes de l'amour - les aphrodisiaques et leurs usages.
The man in the front row was undressing her with his eyes. His heart had been conquered.
Her striking beauty was hiding in the Romance language she spoke.
From @slokabs:
Sunshine, flowers, butterflies and birds;
Darkness, candles, soft and special words;
From see to sense to touch to feel;
A sense of belonging, every lover's dream!
Happiness in conversation, comfort in silence,
Solace in togetherness, a divine confluence;
Maybe a kiss or a hug or simply a fleeting look;
Each time, the emotion, privately understood!
From @asteroidosmic:
"Let's blast it."
"No! That will only create more debris."
"Let's deflect it."
"How?"
"With an impactor"
"We've never tried this before. How big an impactor? What if we fail?"
"Sorry we cannot fund you."
The asteroid hit Jupiter. Our silent, ever vigilant guardian. Of course it remained unaffected, big fat giant that it is.
From @whiteness: They met in painting exhibition. They exchanged smiles and got acquainted quickly. They decided to have a conversation over coffee, in restaurant they touched each others' legs and behaved casually as if it happened accidentally. They discovered that they both love classic films and European languages. By evening, they had drinks and then kissed goodbye.
From @nishantways: He goes to the beach often these days. Alone, you can say. There are lots of couples walking the beach, hand in hand. He doesn’t envy them. He has someone with him always. Up there. He smiles at her. She romances with him every moment. Can he be alone? No, he can’t. He is never.
From @ponderpuffman: Summer Insufficient words. Fulfilling silences. Curious touches. Playful distances. Purposeful hurts. Accidental cares. Attentive ignorances. Carefree gestures. Pleasant abuses. Awkward pleasantries. Winter Delicate trust. Robust hope. Secret whispers. Loud affections. Forever breaths. Momentary arguments. Rains One umbrella. Infinite cups and saucers. Long poems. Short naps. French songs. Unexplainable vows. Same love. Different kind of romance.
From @absoluteme: The skip in her stride The chuckle in her laughter Did you notice it? Her desk got tidier You could hear her hum all the time So apparent! She started loving kids She even complemented the canteen cook! When inquired, she just smiled shyly. But she went overboard when she wore pink glasses to office!
From @Greyllusionist: romance, n.: You called in for the flowers and candles and the aromas for the evening. I came absolutely empty handed to the twinkle of your eyes, sparkle of your smile and the scent of your sweat.
From @vivekisms: He couldn't leave him. He didn't expect him to leave his wife. The situation was strange and yet there was love. No morals. No judgment. Just the idea of a walk on a beach. Accidental touching of fingers. Or maybe not. Just.
From @tweettabulous: Every time I rose in love. There's no falling I believed. Some affairs were casual, others meaningful passionate ones, few were short-lived just for the heat of the moment and the rest provided solace to the soul.
Each in their own way have made me who I am today.Books how much I cherish thee.
26 Eylül 2012 Çarşamba
An Oldster Re-Fashions A Youngster's Song
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Well, the toe bone is connected to Epsom Salts
And the foot bone is connected to ongoing litigation involving Medicare, the insurance industry, and Payday Loans, Inc.
And the ankle bone is connected to God only knows what.
The shin bone is connected to the slings and arrows of absurd misfortune
And the knee bone is connected to Dial-A-Prayer
While the thigh bone is connected to a heating pad.
The hip bone is connected to Mother Nature's storm center
And the tail bone is connected to this EZ Lift Chair.
The back bone is connected to Edvard Munch's psyche
And the breast bone is connected to the hopes of Ponce de Leon.
The shoulder bone is connected to Advil
All the arm elbow wrist hand and finger bones seem to be connected to someone else's nervous system
And the neck bone is connected to Meyerwitz, Meyerwitz, and Pane and Sons.
The jaw bone is connected to Ensure
The nose bone is connected to a sink of dirty dishes at the moment
The ear bone has been disconnected
And the head bone is looking to connect with a soft pillow.
Well, the toe bone is connected to Epsom SaltsAnd the foot bone is connected to ongoing litigation involving Medicare, the insurance industry, and Payday Loans, Inc.
And the ankle bone is connected to God only knows what.
The shin bone is connected to the slings and arrows of absurd misfortune
And the knee bone is connected to Dial-A-Prayer
While the thigh bone is connected to a heating pad.
The hip bone is connected to Mother Nature's storm center
And the tail bone is connected to this EZ Lift Chair.
The back bone is connected to Edvard Munch's psyche
And the breast bone is connected to the hopes of Ponce de Leon.
The shoulder bone is connected to Advil
All the arm elbow wrist hand and finger bones seem to be connected to someone else's nervous system
And the neck bone is connected to Meyerwitz, Meyerwitz, and Pane and Sons.
The jaw bone is connected to Ensure
The nose bone is connected to a sink of dirty dishes at the moment
The ear bone has been disconnected
And the head bone is looking to connect with a soft pillow.
Enough With The Negative Advertising: 10 Things That Take The Perfect Amount Of Time
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Holy George McGovern! It's not even Labor Day and we've all had enough of the negative advertising, haven't we? It's bad enough that people running for high office engage in the kind of nasty, distorted mudslinging of one another that directly goes against all their platitudes about a "better America," but now it seems that the negativity is infectious. I ran across this de facto ad on Buzzfeed, one of my favorite sites for finding out all the stupid, must-read crap floating around the internet. Samsung, in an effort to tout the speed of its latest computer, has concocted a list of ten things that "we" wish took less than ten seconds. I flatter Samsung with the word "concoct"; all they did was round up the usual suspects--do we really need somebody else telling us the DMV is a time-killer? It took me about seventeen seconds to scroll through the list; seventeen seconds I'll never get back. So let's get iconoclastically positive here and make a different, more ebullient list.
Ten Things That Take The Perfect Amount Of Time
Holy George McGovern! It's not even Labor Day and we've all had enough of the negative advertising, haven't we? It's bad enough that people running for high office engage in the kind of nasty, distorted mudslinging of one another that directly goes against all their platitudes about a "better America," but now it seems that the negativity is infectious. I ran across this de facto ad on Buzzfeed, one of my favorite sites for finding out all the stupid, must-read crap floating around the internet. Samsung, in an effort to tout the speed of its latest computer, has concocted a list of ten things that "we" wish took less than ten seconds. I flatter Samsung with the word "concoct"; all they did was round up the usual suspects--do we really need somebody else telling us the DMV is a time-killer? It took me about seventeen seconds to scroll through the list; seventeen seconds I'll never get back. So let's get iconoclastically positive here and make a different, more ebullient list.
Ten Things That Take The Perfect Amount Of Time
- Eating a banana: From the sensuous peeling, to the not-at-all-challenging biting and practically-melts-in-your-mouth chewing, is there a more satisfying (and salubrious) mutli-dimensional experience that takes less time than re-booting a frozen Samsung computer than this?
- Watching a perfect tee shot: Granted, this one comes with qualification. It might take you, as it does me, several frustrating (i.e. sliced, hooked, topped, popped, whiffed, etc.) attempts, but when all the wrong things about your swing somehow harmonically converge to offset one another and you hit the sweet spot and that pale, dimpled nemesis flies high and long and straight and takes a good bounce down the fairway, you feel a little bit like Him/Herself sitting back on that grand Seventh Day and taking in the view, and saying, "Hmmm, not bad." Any longer would border on hubris, any shorter would be not enough.
- Writing a "back in 5 minutes" post-it: Given the short duration of your absence and the need to inform your audience/customers of your absence, this is perfect. If you're going to be away less time, it's a waste of time to write the post-it; if you're going to be away longer, you got some 'splaining to do.
- A sneeze: Not the allergen-induced onslaught of rapid ah-choos, nor the three-day phlegm fest of the common cold, but the out of nowhere, here and gone one-off bone-rattling sneeze. When executed to perfection--the instant brain-alert that makes you instantly realize, oh no, everything in life's on hold for the next few seconds, to that glorious intake of breath before lift-off ("ah") to that cathartic, ultimate experience of living in the moment expulsion ("choo") and the quick recovery time of receiving God's blessing--the sneeze is about as close to perfect timing as possible.
- Napping: Be it a five minute power nod off or a luxurious two-hour asylum snooze, any nap is perfect.
- Watching a Road Runner cartoon: How long are these things, five, six minutes? An hour? Who knows, but they're perfect. Any longer and your nerves would start to fray and you'd be cursing Road Runner's smugness and Wile E.'s stupidity. Your suspension of disbelief that allows you to believe the rock Wile E. just painted black could grant passage to Road Runner but stop Wile E. dead in his tracks would disintegrate. Your annoyance at the shoddy craftsmanship of the Acme Co. would have you flinging various catalogs at Wile E. You might end up hearing Beep Beep in your head for eternity. But any shorter, and you'd miss the complete arc of the existential story. The transformation of your emotions from glee at Road Runner's insouciance to sympathy for Wile E.'s tortured existence. You'd miss the musing upon the anvil's place in human history that always occurs. You'd stop identifying with Wile E.'s amazing recovery from certain death to attempt another scheme. Come to think of it, the exact duration of a Road Runner cartoon might be the perfect time frame for just about anything in life: X will only take as long as a Road Runner cartoon? I'll endure.
- "ABC" by the Jackson 5: Pop perfection.
- Cooking spaghetti: I am certainly no culinary master; food is merely functional, tasty at best. If it takes more time to make it than consume it, I'm skeptical. Spaghetti, given this credo, is perfect (sauce out of a jar, naturally; no simmering, stirring, pinching things into it for hours).
- Proclaiming, "Ah, go to Hell!": Conversations, dialogues, debates, arguments--all of them can go on much too long, with a whole array of negative consequences. But with one simple--and quick--"Ah, go to Hell" (the "Ah" is essential, and can be accompanied with a rather limp-wristed, dismissive wave of the hand), the stake is decisively driven. The long-time assumed aphorism that the first one to raise his or her voice in an argument loses begs for revision in these crasser, more combative times. I say, the first one to proclaim AGTH wins, no questions asked. (Now's not the time to wax philosophic about the contrasting perfect words Heaven and Hell --Hell with its one-syllable stab, its bombastic and culminating double L; Heaven with its two-syllable elongation, its mighty V; the same Heh- beginning.) In fact, I say whichever candidate is the first to ditch all those despicable negative ads and resorts to a short (and
cheap, austere), eight second ad showing five seconds of the opponent's highfalutin' gibberish followed by a quick cut to the candidate simply proclaiming, "Ah go to Hell!" would win in a landslide. - Reading my blog posts: What the hell, like Wile E. Coyote, a man can keep on concocting and hoping.
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