Thanks Buddah. Self-referential poetry is fun!
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Thanks Dr. Guy - I guess we both have OCD then. And you are talented! Thanks for the link Buddah - your stuff always leaves me feeling better than when I started, and with a smile plastered to my face. It's always high praise coming from you!
and imagine life without first person shooters -- now that "absence of fear" would be truly tragic by the way, I developed a new phobia today: fear of being plutoed
very positive way of saying it, Zoo - I'm impressed
I see your point, sf and I don't completely disagree. Fear can be healthy. Fear can be unhealthy. But stress due to unhealthy fear is more likely due to the intellectual process of obsessing on that fear. We rid ourselves of that obsession by accepting that we are afraid and expressing it appropriately, not by denying it. And stress can take more years of
Most people I see in the examining room are there as much out of a sense of fear of illness as they are out of a wish to be healthier. Nonetheless, I make sure that they are healthier when they leave than when they arrived. Thus their fear has been productive. Fear is often what causes them to reach out for help and to get it. Regardless, likely only imbeciles, druggies and robots are truly without fear. So, the rest of us will have to learn to live with it. The point is, I and probabl
I like truthiness - if it feels true it must be true, regardless of the facts. Very close to wikiality - it must be true because most people at wikipedia voted for it being true.
I agree with Dr. Guy and Zoo. In fact, they probably both have high emotional IQ's. I was always taught that feelings are neither good nor bad. They simply are. It's what we do with them that counts. In other words, you're supposed to: 1) identify the feeling --- many of us don't even know we're having them - intellectualizing them, minimizing them, fleeing them with su
Meter this, but matter that Bother this, then bother that Freaking, tweaking, birthing, shrieking Which beguiling muse begat Questioning, unquestioning Wrestling, then nestling This cursed gift that heaven sent Hell envies every sweet torment Which sin is it I must repent To rid me of this malcontent
Hi Dig, ...Don. Check this out (Antoine Dufour - vituouso acoustic) WWW Link
Thanks for the link lw. The site is both humbling and engaging.
Thanks. Joyful and soothing. It reminds me as in "American Beauty" that our last moment may last an eternity.
I was hooked by Unreal in the late 90's, Unreal 2 and then by Quake III Arena. The guy that did the AI on the latter based his Masters Thesis on it. pdf Link . I love that this genre is scriptable and modable. Young programmers can get their feet wet.
I have trouble writing in this style, because when I do I always feel that the meter has to be as precise as possible, missing not a step, as in a march. Perhaps I'm wrong or just lazy. I love your writing. I think your writing is compelling and passionate to the point that I can tell that this is a poem that has almost written itself. I would read more.
I think Sony can give this apprentice a promotion to Steve-feeding detail. End user indeed. I enjoy your acid writing and wit.
ahh...just obtained a udigit retrospective. Very enjoyable indeed! Thanks!
Thanks for the feedback guys. And Zoo, you made me bust a gut, but no, I'm still conscious.
Thank you all. I corrected the nationality and the number of children. I woke up this morning thinking of him, so the details were kind of fuzzy as I wrote. They blocked off the escarpment road all that day. Here's the cached link: WWW Link
If you are the type to faint when you have a flu shot or when blood is taken, I thought the following study was important enough to reprint. It might help you the next time around. It turns out that there is some selective advantage to fainting. Some of our ancestors who fainted at the sight of blood or upon feeling pain on the battlefield thereby survived and went on to have children,
A new-fallen snow. The painful silence of an anechoic chamber it sponges up the sounds of the city, save one. The haunting whistle of the two o'clock train. Sounding off more often now. Last week that train killed a man. It beat the Afghani refugee in a race. Delivering pizza up the hill. A judgement. I distanced myself from that pain. But. That was his second job. And, his wife, seve
Thanks a lot bro. You've triggered all kinds of memories that I've been burying for the last 25 years. It's like medicine has to be some kind of macho rite of passage like walking over hot coals so you too can be a "man". Things sure haven't changed. Oh well. Say the serenity prayer, I guess.
I'm happy Understood. My secret's out, I'm a care-taker. After a few years, it gets in one's blood and one starts running around trying to save everybody, regardless of their situation. One thing I learned in family therapy, that I need to remind myself of from time to time is the following. When someone tells you about a problem, always ascertain whe
I'd be shockin' them even if they DID answer the questions correctly your a bad girl, dear. very, very bad and Simon is very very lucky This all remind's me of the "Quitters, Inc." segment of Steven King's "Cat's Eye" where James Wood's wife is getting
I think the missing piece in the equation are the attending physicians. If yours were not a teaching hospital, they'd be doing all the work. I noticed that to maintain residency training accreditation, hospitals in the U.S. have to abide by certain standards. I know that time is short and the feeling of servility is great, but do you need to form an advocacy organization at the local level? This organization could
I like it. Heaven surely is heaven, but it is also metaphor, because it represents the ideal place. Somewhere in heaven will be a cone such as mine, but a perfect one. Somewhere, feedback such as this paragraph, but a perfect paragraph. There would be people in heaven too though. I think there would be a Dr. Don there, because I embody what it means to be Dr. Don, and, as Billy Graham often says, "God loves you as you are."