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section9:

lol!

Genius.

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colorful thinking

Julia:	I… feel like color lately
Me:	i laughed out loud at that
Me:	the juxtaposition of that statement with finishing architecture school is too much for me

Kernel Debugging 101 « Code as Craft →

Posted for my own future reference, a guide to debugging kernel panics.

butthorn:

For those of you who asked - here’s the Breaking Bad piece I did earlier but took down. It was just a little doodle I did at my friend’s the other night, and I’ve been working on a full color version with more characters, but here’s the original in the mean time

"Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to."

(via emotional-algebra)

"I find it difficult to show empathy toward those whose beliefs are fundamentally built on a lack of empathy. Gay marriage is not a policy issue, it is a human rights issue. The suggestion that there needs to be “arguments and reasons” at this point is insulting to the people whose lives are actually affected. What would you feel like having to argue that your love was as “reasonable” as that of your neighbor? I refuse to insult my non-heterosexual friends by giving the impression that such an argument should be necessary, or that human rights are open to discussion. Crossing the line is telling somebody they can’t marry the person they love. Legislating to stop them strikes me as far from careful and considerate."

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Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, 
and remember what peace there may be in silence. 
As far as possible without surrender 
be on good terms with all persons. 
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; 
and listen to others, 
even the dull and the ignorant; 
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, 
they are vexations to the spirit. 
If you compare yourself with others, 
you may become vain and bitter; 
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. 
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; 
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. 
Exercise caution in your business affairs; 
for the world is full of trickery. 
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; 
many persons strive for high ideals; 
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. 
Especially, do not feign affection. 
Neither be cynical about love; 
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment 
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, 
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. 
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. 
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. 
Beyond a wholesome discipline, 
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, 
no less than the trees and the stars; 
you have a right to be here. 
And whether or not it is clear to you, 
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, 
whatever you conceive Him to be, 
and whatever your labors and aspirations, 
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, 
it is still a beautiful world. 
Be cheerful. 
Strive to be happy.

—Max Ehrmann, 1927.

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We were hunters and foragers; the frontier was everywhere.
We were bounded only by the earth, and the ocean, and the sky.

The open road still softly calls. Our little terraqueous globe as the madhouse of those hundred, thousand, millions of worlds. We who can not even put our planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatred—are we to venture out into space?

By the time we are ready to settle even the nearest other planetary systems, we will have changed. The simple passage of so many generations will have changed us. Necessity will have changed us.

We’re… an adaptable species.

It’ll not be we who reach Alpha Centauri and the other nearby stars. It’ll be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths and fewer of our weaknesses. More confident, farseeing, capable and prudent.

For all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, we humans are capable of greatness.

What new wonders undreamt of in our time will we have wrought in another generation and another? How far will have our nomadic species have wondered, by the end of the next century, and the next millennium? Our remote descendants safely arrayed on many worlds in through the solar system and beyond, will be unified. By their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life may be, the only humans in all this universe, come from earth.

They will gaze up and strain to find the blue dot in thier skies. They will marvel that how vulnerable the repository of raw potential once was. How perilous our infancy; how humble our beginnings. 

How many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.

(Carl Sagan’s words, my photo)

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