By Eyebee, on December 4th, 2009
Equation 1
Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy
Donkey = eat + sleep
Therefore:
Human = Donkey + Work + enjoy
Therefore:
Human – enjoy = Donkey + Work
In other words,
A Human that doesn’t know how to enjoy = Donkey that works.
** Equation 2 **
Man = eat + sleep + earn money
Donkey = eat + sleep
Therefore:
Man = Donkey + earn money
Therefore:
Man – earn money = Donkey
In other words
Man who doesn’t earn money = Donkey
** Equation 3 **
Woman= eat + sleep + spend
Donkey = eat + sleep
Therefore:
Woman = Donkey + spend
Woman – spend = Donkey
In other words,
Woman who doesn’t spend = Donkey
To Conclude: From Equation 2 and Equation 3
Man who doesn’t earn money = Woman who doesn’t spend
So Man earns money not to let woman become a donkey!
And a woman spends not to let the man become a donkey!
So, We have:
Man + Woman = Donkey + earn money + Donkey + Spend money
Therefore from postulates 1 and 2, we can conclude
Man + Woman = 2 Donkeys that live happily together!
By Eyebee, on November 18th, 2008
That little tab in the blog dashboard marked ‘Write’.
That’s what I’m talking about. Sometimes I’m glad to click on it, and merrily type away, and before I know it I’ve written a page and a half. The output borders on diarhea at times like that.
It’s threatening, when I have bloggers constipation, and can’t think of anything to write. It sits there, goading me, after I’ve loaded the dashboard into my browser, knowing that I’ve not written anything for a few days, and yet still can’t think of anything useful.
Truly though, the secret is, don’t worry. It’s like having real constipation; the more you think about it, the more you can’t. (I don’t have that problem for real, in case you were wondering – ok, I knew you weren’t, but you might have been).
If you don’t blog for a few weeks, and you don’t care, then it’s probably time to quit making serious attempts at blogging. Your heart isn’t in it really is it?
But if you miss a day or two, or three, because you can’t think of anything truly constructive to write about – then don’t worry. Something will come to you. It might be at 2am tonight when you can’t sleep, or at 11am in the middle of a busy day.
That leads me onto another point. Keep something to make notes on with you at all times. Keep a pad by the side of the bed for that 2am thought, and keep something you can jot notes into during a busy day – a pocket book, or your phone’s voice recorder, or use Jott, or something else that works for you. It doesn’t have to be high tech. Just something that will remind you what you had a great idea to write about a few hours later, when you do get the opportunity!
Happy blogging.
By Eyebee, on November 11th, 2008
For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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