This is the first in a series I’m calling “HYLMN” (“How You Like Me Now?”) that I will do once a month with one of my posts…
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‘It all fails, you see; there’s nothing, no piece of munitions-grade plate in the whole world, that can stand up to Bollo here and the big, big hammer. It’s how it fails that matters.”-the Proof House, K.J. Parker
A few days ago, a friend of mine posted a picture. You can see it up there.
I’d like to invite you to live fast this week.
“Whoo hoo!” you say. “About time we got some good partying goin’ on!”
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“Hope is fear wearing it’s pretty face.” — Jay Easton
You’re familiar with that story about Pandora, right? The one with the box? She was told (in a way eerily reminiscent of Eve and the Apple) not to open the box, or she’d be sorry. Of course that made her want…
This post is kind of a cheat, because while it is coming on “Love Day” it’s actually more of a Practice. It’s also going to have a bit of a narrow focus (pun intended, you’ll see) as it is aimed at dimorphic relationships. That is, relationships between two people (at a time).
One of the ways to change your habits — whether to remove or add them — is to trick yourself into doing it by connecting it to some other abstract ritual. It feeds into our natural human tendency for pattern recognition — for example, the famous self-help guru Jerry Seinfeld recommends…
Ah, the joys of Facebook. Through it, I got to see my cousin’s daughter dance a happy-birthday jig. I got to read about the crossroads of Must and Should. I know just how many people Like…
“We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth.” — Virginia Satir, “The Mother of Family Therapy”