I have this theory that men have a miner's instincts. A miner does his job, goes home, then the next day goes to the end of the mineshaft and keeps digging. Goes home, comes back, goes to the end of the mineshaft, and keeps digging, every day going farther and farther. Likewise, when it comes to women men tend to get as far as they can, go home, come back, go to where they left off and keep pressing farther. It's a t
To be a good guitar hero, it's important to understand how the game works. For instance, do you know how the game decides how many stars you get on a song? It actually has very little to do with your accuracy--it has to do with your multiplier. When you go to "more stats" after playing a song, you will notice that it gives you an "average multiplier." If this number is below 2.0, you'll get three stars. If it's over 2.8, you'll get five stars. Anything
Dear Friends, Thanks to "X-Men," "Heroes," and other sci-fi works that have worked their way into popular culture, the potential of genetic variation is practically a mainstream idea. I acknowledge this, and also that this e-mail is going out to a group of intelligent individuals. Having said that, please bear with me as I describe the concept briefly to set the backdrop for this e-mail. DNA, the "blueprint of li
I always thought you were immune to that question. Wasn't it enough, looking into your eyes as I did? But here is your answer, if you must have it: What is beauty? Is it pure sexual attraction? Because I swear there is no alluring stranger, no old flame, no celebrity crush that I desire as I desire you. Is it some arbitrarily magical combination of features? Because since I have known you, you have been the measure by which all works of art ar
Shaza, I'm not sure if you're reading this, but if you are... if verbal communication isn't working, I would suggest writing a letter. Tell him that, whether he loves you or not, it is vital to your sense of wellbeing to FEEL loved. Tell him specifically what you need--for example, I need to be encouraged frequently by being told I am loved and appreciated; I need you to do things for me, little things that let me know you love me; I need to
Written by Quin Browne They kill the sweet baby cows before their eyes turn brown, you know. Pale fleshed, silly creatures, blindly trusting, going into the dark place with the filtered light, the muffled voices, growing complacent, coaxed by soft hands that touch with gentle movements, moving forward from one place to the other, no stress, content with the a
I can't begin to imagine the purpose of an article like this. Another name for Satan is "accuser of the brethren"; let's not be too quick to join his side.
"hey you old schoolers - remember BAM! ha." Oh, yes.... Well. I joined and created my first blog on November 16, 2003, not long after the site opened to the public. I've written hundreds and hundred of articles--I've written "my 100th article blog" three times--though I've deleted most of them for one reason or another. I've had months that I spent eight hours a day
This made the front pages of JU? My, but things have changed.
It must be the music, shaping my soul like the river carves the canyon. The melody to bait my passion, drawing out longing and desire, stoking my hidden fires until my surface warms and flickers. The harmony to obscure the two-dimensionality of fervor, to breathe life into monosyllables, to calm the scattered remnant of my rational mind. The chord progressions an a
Thanks for reading. Dan
I stood over her body, rage and terror stealing the breath from my lungs. Her clothes were caked with mud, her cheeks mascara-streaked with tears of panic, the small crimson blotch too insignificant to be the cause of death. A single bullet guided by fate, front to back with the briefest rendezvous at the heart. Her face paled as blood trickled onto the railroad ti
Ideas never come to me fully formed. I'm a comedian that only remembers the punchline, a musician that only remembers the final chord. That's all I've ever had: conclusions. For me, writing isn't really about expression. It's about connecting the dots between where I am and what I've already concluded. And, in case you were wondering: yes, that's what I'm doing r
I was where you are now and this was just the tip of the iceburg for me. I graciously avoided condescension when I responded to you. Please extend the same courtesy to me. More to the point, KFC: your views present no argument to the cliche objection to God's Election. If God picks and chooses who becomes a Christian, He is choosing who goes to heaven, and conversely who goes to Hell. If God chooses who goes to Hell, then it is not because w
What do you do with scriptures that say it's impossible for us to turn to God? How do you reconcile that? Like Romans 3:11 which says...... "there is NONE that understands, there is NONE that seek after God." I would encourage you to consider more carefully how you represent scripture. This is a misquotation. Romans 3:11 is a quotation. Romans 3:10-11 says "As it is written: 'There is no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands, n
I disagree. I don't think that God's love, forgiveness, etc. is qualitatively different than the love that you and I are able to show. I think that it is God's infinite patience that makes all the difference; if we had that patience, in addition to God's holistic perspective, we would be capable of that same forgiveness. Sounds to me like Christians are limiting not God, but themselves. Dan
Moskowitz, Your vote of confidence is appreciated, but making money off poetry anthologies is difficult, or so I understand. Dan
According to my brand of existentialism... There is no such thing as reality or illusion. That which has been perceived has reached the height of reality. There are other people besides me, but they are no more "real" than chimeras. However, I acknowledge that those people significantly impact the reality that I perceive, and so I ascribe to them especial
" Just add food coloring to your water." Now why didn't I think of that. Dan
Right. Wrong. The words that taught me that I'm an idealist at heart. I am a poet, well-associated with shades of gray; but even so, I find that moral assessments force me to place every action into one of those two categories: Right. Wrong. Around midnight I was struck with that frantic energy that I have decided is a symptom of hug deficiency. I got up and fil
suuuuuurreeee, FS! Next you're gonna tell me that ice cream doesn't lose calories because it frozen! Actually, it does. Any given food will contribute less calories cold because the body will be required to heat the substance up to body temperature. I doubt the difference is all that significant, but still. It's at least worth an excuse or two.
Thanks, Shovel.
This one goes out to all the articles I began but never finished. Sometimes you give it all you've got but it just isn't enough. This one goes out to all the loves that almost happened. They're spread across the nation and the world by now, and (but maybe this is a coincidence) so am I. This one goes out to everybody still looking for their place i
I think families get plenty of recognition. What pep talk goes without a "and thank you to the families who made it all possible" clause? Sure, there's plenty of trauma involved, but it's trauma that is part and parcel of being a brother/sister/father/mother. Should families of cancer patients get a capital letter, too? Maybe, but ultimately I think it's beside the point. The family just wants the sick person back again. I don't see how military
Let me clear something up about cliches. I don't condemn cliches because of some elitist notion; I condemn cliches because often they are used in place of original thought. They contain significant inherent problems that are overlooked because they are swallowed whole instead of analyzed. Dan
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