
Category Archives: Comic
30-MAR
28-MAR
Bibliotheca

Things form in my brain. They get bigger & bigger until I must write them down to free up some space in my head.
It’s the same way a chicken lays an egg. When people eat that egg, the chicken is probably thinking, Really? You like that? It just came out of my butt.
Mike Reiss in Springfield Confidential
13-MAR
Sniffing

Make Planning a Habit

Every day at 1:15 pm, write down three tasks even if you don’t plan to do them right away. Notice the pattern.
Journal Entry (3/3/23): One whole week (so far) with Covid-19, which up until now, had been avoided.
I’m grateful to modern medicine for keeping me alive; but humanity gets the blame for spreading this disease.
07-GENT
Hallowed


Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now! Imagine first that the present is past, and second, that the past may yet be changed & amended.
Logotherapy by Victor Frankl
28-EXCH
23-BARF
Freshness

At the time I now write of, Father Mapple was in the hardy winter of a healthy old age; that sort of old age which seems merging into a second flowering youth, for among all the fissures of his wrinkles, there shone certain mild gleams of a newly developing bloom–the spring verdure peeping forth even beneath February’s snow.
Moby Dick, the White Whale by Herman Melville
21-JECT
Houyhnhnm
Language Expressed Passions

I could frequently distinguish the word YAHOO, which was repeated by each of them several times: and although it was impossible for me to conjecture what it meant, yet while the two horses were busy in conversation, I endeavoured to practise this word upon my tongue;
and as soon as they were silent, I boldly pronounced YAHOO in a loud voice, imitating at the same time, as near as I could, the neighing of a horse;
at which they were both visibly surprised; and the gray repeated the same word twice, as if he meant to teach me the right accent;
wherein I spoke after him as well as I could, and found myself perceivably to improve every time, though very far from any degree of perfection.
Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift



