February 2012
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January 2012
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Why did the chicken cross the road?
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T.: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr. Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Yeats: She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley: 'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien: Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
December 2011
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good morning! i miss u so much!! pls. tc :(
Thank you anonymous person, take care too! :-)
The only stupid questions are those you do not ask. So ask!
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you're home alone. and all of a sudden you heard...
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The only stupid questions are those you do not ask. So ask!
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if i ask you to go out with me, will you say yes?
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The only stupid questions are those you do not ask. So ask!
November 2011
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“Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people...”
– The Shared Patio, Miranda July (via geeksturr)
October 2011
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what's turritopsis nutricula??
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The only stupid questions are those you do not ask. So ask!
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Anong meron kay Chris Brown na wala sayo? HAHA...
Mas marami syang melanin.
The only stupid questions are those you do not ask. So ask!
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July 2011
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What Happened to the Cat
In my dream you are sitting by the television. There was a fireplace, or maybe not — maybe I had imagined things. You were telling me, come sit beside me, and the tv was on and you were tuned in to your favorite show and I was knitting in my dream. I was knitting a cat, from an orange ball of yarn, it was a big fat tabby and it purred as I slowly knit it into existence. I scratched its...
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Merrily, life is but
I keep dreaming about you.
Out in the cold, while in the shower,
making tea, swimming in the pool at night —
Aprils, Decembers, sunshine, starlight,
7 in the morning, 3 A.M., noon,
walking, running, by alleyways,
while petting the cat, in moviehouses,
in cubicles, in train stations,
by the windows of buses, taxi cabs.
I keep dreaming about you.
I keep dreaming about...
June 2011
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“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do...”
– Neil Gaiman (via roguemonster)
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Goodbye, Pigeon
We were on the highway, stuck in traffic, the overcast sky in shades of mud and cement, an afternoon that seemed to stretch unendingly in this nervous quiet. There was music from your iPod connected to the car’s player, a girl singing who could’ve been Edith Piaf but I wasn’t entirely sure, it was some song I haven’t heard before. You flicked on the wiper and it waved on the windshield, then you...
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WHAT WAS INSIGNIFICANTLY US IN THE LIGHT OF RECENT...
Chopping basil and spinach to prepare this lasagna—10 A.M., this apartment, Tokyo in the news on TV, Saturday, half-naked (the lower-half), the oven 250 degrees warm, the smell of your unwashed skin, pungent, exotic, tragicomic, heartbeats like a tsunami. Makati skyline, the fog, a solitary airplane, shadows of birds flying from a distance, the rhythmic chopping, the sizzle of oil on the pan,...
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keeping mum;: (a little longer, a little longer... →
miamao:
“Ephemera” - William Butler Yeats
Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning.
And then She: ‘Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the…
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andreainspired:
Ailurophile A cat-lover. Assemblage A gathering. Becoming Attractive. Beleaguer To exhaust with attacks. Brood To think alone. Bucolic In a lovely rural setting. Bungalow A small, cozy cottage. Chatoyant Like a cat’s eye. Comely Attractive. Conflate To blend together. Cynosure A focal point of admiration. Dalliance A brief love affair. Demesne Dominion, territory. Demure Shy and...
Asterisk, Point, Asterisk
“You are but mist that is here for a little while and then vanishes away.”
Life—there is life happening when I am not looking. While eyes closed and immersed in the existence trafficked in my veins, the emblematic heart inside me marching through the winding chasm, I know that there is life prowling elsewhere, sure-footed and certain.
Can you hear it? The slice of the...
May 2011
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April 2011
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“Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know.”
– The Stranger by Albert Camus
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“Dance,” said the Sheep Man. “You gotta dance. As long as the music plays. You...”
– DANSU DANSU DANSU (via tofued)
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Silence Until The Spotless Heart
“The language of Ayapaneco has been spoken in the land now known as Mexico for centuries. It has survived the Spanish conquest, seen off wars, revolutions, famines and floods. But now, like so many other indigenous languages, it’s at risk of extinction.
There are just two people left who can speak it fluently – but they refuse to talk to each other. Manuel Segovia, 75, and Isidro...
March 2011
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CHIAROSCURO: Party at the REPUBLIQ for A Cause
From Darkness to Light. From Revelry to Relevance. From Vision to Reality. CHIAROSCURO This Summer’s Most Happening Party for A Cause Dance the night away to the music of DJs Mark Nicosia and Funk Avy as you bring light to more communities all over the country. Hobnob with socialites, celebrities, and fellow party animals while watching PMAP (Professional Models Association of the...
Hypocrisy
“Everyone — I say everyone — has a motherfucking opinion about how the goddamn bullshit world has to work,” he told me, pointing the frothing lips of the amber beer bottle to my direction as I scribbled every word on my notebook.
“Everybody wants to say something about everything, jesus, lips looser than a whore’s cunt, you’d think they’ve been...
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