June 2010
104 posts
“who are you to judge the worth of my heart? and who have i been to let you do so?”
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“People tell me that because I write, I should be a writer. Or because I paint, I should be a painter. Or because I play music, I should be a musician. People are always telling me what to do or what to be. They think that if you do something with passion, that it immediately should become your lucrative profession. Unfortunately, to their dismay, I will be neither of those things. I write, paint and play music for the sake of making a means of life. Not livelihood.”
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Boss charges into my office furiously, two days after the company site goes live.
Boss: “Carl just showed me that people can right-click our site and view all our code.”
Me: “Well, yes, that’s how web browsers work.”
Boss: “Take the whole thing down, now! I’ll be damned if I’m going to give our competitors all our god-damn code!”
love letter to japan
the bird and the bee
another song that will be played at my wedding.
elm oak maple pine
lost found
not mine
open air
oh, opposite
so tired
walls blockades
not mine
captive, what is
mind, what’s not
not mine
elm oak maple pine
rain rain rain on my mind
i’ve got a secret life
wipe wipe wipe it away
nothing can make me dry
fight all the while
fight till i think i’m free
fear reigns so we never see
beautiful secret lives
it could make you,
face all your fears
smile smile in the day
fear takes its place at night
you’re pretty in the rain
i love your secret life
it can make you,
face all your fears
i could leave you well enough
alone believing you’d be overcome
and gone by grace away
better off than if i stayed
i could leave you walk away
we’ll save it for another day
through all the wars i’ve come to know
it’s punches pulled, not towels thrown in
when they come knocking on your heart’s door
choose the one who loves you more, oh
and when you’ve found something to die for
(it can make you face all your fears)
they’ll be knocking on your heart’s door.
