people | steadily skipping stones

Oct 4

Follow through…or not, whatever.

I have no idea when I made this little diary, except that I was in elementary school and it was a special project we did in art class. Maybe second grade? And I also have no idea why on earth I started out writing “dear book”. Seems kinda weird now, but that’s what I did. Pretty soon I switched over to “dear diary” and I’ve been writing, documenting, journaling, venting – however you want to classify it – ever since.

There are other things about myself that I can trace back to the beginnings of my memory. I’ve always been shy, timid even, and unsure. The trifecta, right? Don’t bet on it, haha! Get it? Bet on it? The trifecta… Yeah, I’ve had a fantastic sense of humor for as far back as I can remember. I’ve always had trouble with left and right (don’t ask me for directions). I’ve always struggled to understand others or to make my own meaning understood. I think that’s why I over-explain things, and often end up repeating people’s words back to them in my own language. I think I know what they’re saying, but I’ve been told I was wrong so much, that I feel the need to clarify.

And then there’s the little problem of follow through.

Dear Book, We have to write book reports every week, this is my book report, ↓

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Love the arrow pointing to all that nothingness. And clearly my expectations were high, considering I felt I would need to “con.” on the next page. That’s just so me. Well, all we can do is keep on trying to improve ourselves, right?

And what about you? What are some of the ways that you are the same now as ever?

I’m just being nosy – something else about me that hasn’t changed!

♦

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Oct 3

Year of Quotes No. 40

Sep 30

the Infinite Monkey speaks: on advice

Random brilliance from across the blogosphere…

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See, I think my own advice is brilliant, it’s everyone else’s that sucks. Though I do acknowledge, this can appear slightly crazed.

– Cakes and Shakes

from:
Little miss know-it-all

∞

Sep 27

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A rose by any other name would not be a rose.

Sure, it would smell as sweet, but would it still retain it’s significance?

Could the rose have blossomed into the token of love that it is, had it been named something less attractive? What if the lovely rose had been called a kelminet? Would the same flower with a different name have been as celebrated? Of course it’s hard to say, but I wonder.

In some cases, a name helps build the brand. Sometimes the name almost is the brand: Lincoln, Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr., Steve Jobs, Mother Teresa. In other cases, the name is completely arbitrary. Apollo 13 conjures up immediate images, even thought the name itself is just one of a series. The same can be said of 9/11. There had been and will continue to be September 11’s, but refer to that date in context and no further explanation is necessary to clarify which 9/11 you mean.

What about your name? Does it say anything about who you are, or is it not important to you at all?

(I was able to ask Jon Acuff this Query, and his answer is included on the next page. How cool ~~am I~~ is that? And yes, I’m totally name dropping right now.)

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