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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 08:40:31 GMT

Yeah. I've moved on.

http://johncadengo.blogspot.com

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 08:40:00 GMT

Crazy. Hectic. Insane.

That was my day today.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 00:07:23 GMT

I'm a horrible salesman.

I don't know how to market myself.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 21:14:36 GMT

Everyday I walk by a doormat down the hall from my apartment.

It says "Live. Laugh. Love." It gets me thinking. Can we really ever have one without the other two?

Monday, November 17, 2008

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 07:15:11 GMT

Quotes from a book I love.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."

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"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made a friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarrassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose."

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And he went back to meet the fox. "Goodbye," he said. "Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose---" said the little prince so he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 08:53:42 GMT

Why are making and maintaining relationships so difficult?

Would I be happier with no friends at all?

Friday, November 14, 2008

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 19:01:52 GMT

I almost forgot how Jazz made me feel.

Just listen to it. You'll feel it. You have to. You're human.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 22:59:07 GMT

Two Thoughts.

Pet peeve: Giving up.

Obsession: Coke.

How do I reconcile the two?

I've tried substitutes: Mountain dew, Wild Cherry Pepsi, Green Tea, and even Coffee.

They just aren't the same. They just don't feel-or-fit right.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 20:55:35 GMT

In some games there's no way to win.

The outcome is predetermined: you're backed up against the wall.

So what do you do? Forfeit? Throw a fit? Submit?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 18:47:54 GMT

Today I ran.