Monday April 3, 2006

Blunt

The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.

General George Patton

Wednesday March 29, 2006

Precious freedom

I’d want to remind [you] how precious life is, and how precious the sight of a green tree would be when you’re deprived of it.

Norman Kember, former Hostage

Sunday March 26, 2006

Never regret

Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.

Louis E. Boone

Monday March 20, 2006

It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right - especially when one is right.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Friday March 17, 2006

Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.

Peter Ustinov

Monday March 13, 2006

Deep, geeky and true

Code is free, but bandwidth never will be.

Mark @ [dive into mark] re: Weblog spam

Friday September 23, 2005

All relative

Space and time are not conditions in which we live; they are simply modes in which we think.

Albert Einstein

Key choices

There are no wrong notes on the piano, just better choices.

Thelonious Monk

Monday August 1, 2005

The munchies

Computer games don’t affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Kristian Wilson, Nintendo

In our likeness

I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We’ve created life in our own image.

Stephen Hawking

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Remainders

  • Ringing in changes in Nigeria A look at how mobile phones have changed Nigeria, and created jobs for the country’s youth, in the process. (378)
  • The year of magical thinking // a woman’s tale following the sudden death of her husband I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense,” CS Lewis wrote after the death of his wife. “It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had H for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an arrow to the string, then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead thought to H. I set out on one of them. But now there’s an impassable frontierpost across it. So many roads once; now so many cul de sacs. (263)
  • Good v. Good philosophical look at a ’simple’ word (524)
  • R.I.P. Audiogalaxy the history of the best p2p program ever (860)
  • The World’s ugliest dog i don’t get how a person could not be in constant mortal fear of this mutt! (358)

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