Birthday Googol

It’s wild to think Google is only 15 years old. To think how libraries were back then. Now any information you need can mostly be found at the touch of your finger tips.

So here’s to you, Google, with the information of ten libraries raised to the power of 100. Happy 15th!

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Stable, dependable
Fun, exciting
Romantic, secure
Interesting, independent
Friendly, inviting
Honest, mentoring
Nurturing, loving
Wise, humbling
Young at heart
Old in spirit

Find Your Addiction Free Zone

Addiction is a crutch. Chemical dependency can only carry you so far before becoming a part of the problem you were trying to cope with while you solve it. The object is to fix the problem that you began with, not learn to cope with it.

Imagine a man with a crutch walking. Now imagine if he could heal his leg so that he didn’t need the crutch.

The drug is a crutch. It’s not fixing your broken leg. If something is stressing you out to the point you cannot cope with it, and if you cannot fix it, let it go.

Like a doctor recommending you stay off the broken leg for a while until it heals. Whatever stresses you out to the point of needing a chemical dependency to cope is not worth it.

Let go and heal yourself mentally, then move on. There are other jobs, other friends, other (insert whatever is stressing you out here), etc.

Life is too short to waste away miserably. You should enjoy it while it lasts – within respect and in accordance with one anothers own happiness.

“Find what makes you happy and let it kill you.”

Please don’t take this out of context. I don’t think anyone is completely addiction free. We all have our habits we’d like to change.

The goal, I think, is to positively form habits and encourage behavior on yourself that will reward a better, more happy life. I know I try myself everyday.

Ode to Amelie

Elijah, the Web geek, is a introvert. The shy type, he never engages conversation with others unless he knows they wish to speak with him. It’s September 17th. In 48 hours, his life will change forever, but he doesn’t know it yet. He lives quietly among his coworkers and acquaintances. A former sketch artist, he likes nice girls who finish first. He dislikes seeing people bullied by others. He hates the words, “get’er done.” His late grandmother was the sweetest person in the world. He likes cracking bones and seeing the good guy win on TV. Some weekends, Elijah sees a movie. He likes looking back at people’s faces in the dark. He likes noticing details that no one else sees. But he hates it in old movies when drivers don’t watch the road. Elijah has no girlfriend. He tried once or twice, but the results were a letdown. Instead, he cultivates a taste for small pleasures–dipping his hand into a bath full of warm running water, playing a beautiful song while visualizing every lyric, and imagining himself in a different life with different traits or characteristics. Time has changed nothing. Elijah still seeks solitude. He amuses himself with silly scientific questions about the meaning of life, such as “How many people know what Nihilism is?” or “How many people know what a star is made of?” Finally, on September 19, 2013 comes the event that changes his life forever.