Once upon a time there was a Bear
and a Bee who lived in a wood and
were the best of friends. All summer
long the Bee collected nectar from
morning to night while the Bear lay
on his back basking in the long grass.
When Winter came the Bear
realised he had nothing to eat and
thought to himself “I hope that busy
little Bee will share some of his
honey with me”. But the Bee was
nowhere to be found – he had died of
a stress induced coronary disease.
“Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
Oh, also, the rental guy signed the 2nd and 3rd ‘visit’ when it was only suppose to be the 1st visit, isn’t that awesome? More free stuff for me.
Riding a train always makes me stop and stare outside at the moving 3-D picture outside. Especially so with the Vancouver,Canada-to-Seattle,Washington train. First it’s a fifteen minute introduction of urban art, where amateur graffiti artists are trying to thrive on motionless abandoned train car canvases (the basic ‘I’m going to write my name in crazy bold letters’ style).
Then a half-hour of masterpieces-in-tunnels-and-more-daring art, which immediately transitions over a bridge to the industrialized nation of factories and quiet towns.
Following that sad little area, is three hours of crossing through the middle of wide lakes and random bodies of water and nature. It’s the landscape you see in calendars, postcards, and sometimes religious websites emblazoned with “The Wonders of God’s Creation” (or something to that effect). You can see for miles of blue water to one side enclosed by mountains far off in the distance, and cloud formations filling up the spaces in between.
(These are the exact islands we passed… I know this because I get to do some sort of coastal archaeology there)
The other side is almost identical, but instead of water, there’s flat, rolling hills that remind me of some non-existent land that would probably rival the landscape of J.R.R. Tolkein’s fantasy worlds.
I was so busy staring (probably with a vacant look) that it wasn’t for a while until I noticed this weird fuzzy black-and-white stuffed animal apparently looking out the window with the same blank stare I had on my face. Same position, same angle, same intensity, a little freaky for a lifeless little dog/cow/sheep/whatever it is.
It turns out that a little girl had left him in that position when she went somewhere else on the train for 2 hours. Trains make me think more than class lectures do, sadly.
(P.S. I didn’t take these pictures, but they are quite dead-on.. Just trying to give visual aid here)
“Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
– Mark Twain
Happiness is opulent. Or well, at least a long lasting, cuddly, warm hearted, fuzzy, makes-your-heart-want-to-explode-into-more-little-hearts-
so-you-can-feel-your-heart-explode-again-and-again relationship with Happiness is.1 Why settle for the mediocre rip offs? The real stuff sounds so much cooler.
The only way I can think of describing the process of obtaining real “Happiness” is running a gauntlet.2 You’ve got the humility, the embarrassment, and the all important poking and prodding with sharp objects. You can’t run right through and nab the prize and be like “hip hip hooray! I finished!”. First of all, that’s cheating. Second of all, the people on the side and in front of you will notice that you cheated and poke you into oblivion with their pointy objects. There’s only one way forward, no shortcuts, and no turning back.3 You’re forced into this situation where there are people trying to make you fail (cause face it, there’s always people like that; they revel in other people’s inadequacy). But seriously, if you give up, that’s not going to stop the people poking you. You might as well move forward and leave those people behind. Ah, metaphors, you are the world’s best explainer i luv u4
They are like real robots. They do slow-mo so good.
Do not ever want this piece of creepy. Ahhhh I’m getting the chills just looking at it. Baby robot… more like Human-Eating/Terminator robot.
This skating robot on the other hand, is quite charming. And also does not have a mouth with which to eat humans with.
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But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible odds; when we’ve been told that we’re not ready, or that we shouldn’t try, or that we can’t, generations of Americans have responded with a simple creed that sums up the spirit of a people.Yes we can.It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.Yes we can.It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom through the darkest of nights.Yes we can.It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality. Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity. Yes we can heal this nation. Yes we can repair this world. Yes we can.
And so tomorrow, as we take this campaign South and West; as we learn that the struggles of the textile worker in Spartanburg are not so different than the plight of the dishwasher in Las Vegas; that the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in America’s story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea –
Yes. We. Can.
I’m a little tiny bit concerned with the American people after they started chanting ‘Yes We Can’ a million times over like zombies. Zombies with a lot of energy. That’s very dangerous.
I find it hard to put complete trust in a candidate, because much of what they do is put up a false image. Their goal is to get the status of Presidency, and if saying they’re going to lower taxes is a path leading there, then so be it. I don’t know, I could be wrong, maybe it really is their intention to change America, make it a greater nation, make it stronger. Let’s hope so.
Honestly, I tried to find a picture without that creepy clown on it, and it just doesn’t exist. I guess Watty Piper wants his readers to have nightmares of a clown bearing down on you, riding a train that has a life of its own. Also, how ridiculous is that guy’s name. Watty Piper. lolz