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Oculus Habent (562837)
Oculus Habent
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I don't like butterscotch, but I do like vanilla. You don't see friggin holy wars over pudding, though, do you?
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This is an inside joke.
<oculus.haben ... lt;gmail.com>
I don't like butterscotch, but I do like vanilla. You don't see friggin holy wars over pudding, though, do you?
--
This is an inside joke.
Journal of Oculus Habent (562837)
Bouncing Round the Room
Tuesday May 15 2007, @08:52PM
Dialog
Sunday March 04 2007, @11:21AM
Speech made our country great. We started out as a series of letters, articles, and speeches.
Speech made our country progress. The melting pot allowed people to challenge cultural expectations, and speech drove people to act.
The infringement of speech made our country sterile. Limitations on comfortable and acceptable and, worse still, correct took away our dialog. People became sensitive because they were told they should be. People stopped saying things... not because they didn't believe them, but because they shouldn't say them. We sealed our differences and problems away behind a facade of correctness.
The infringement of speech has broken logic and sense. Now that it is wrong to say a thing, it becomes wrong to think the thing. Our limitation of speech has turned into a limitation of thought.
I may not agree with what you think. I may not agree with what you say. I may think your opinion is bad, or wrong, or even dangerous. But it is yours to have.
If I stand by and deny you have a different opinion, I am enabling the perpetuation of your opinion by my inaction. It is only through communication that we can learn. Without dialog, we are stagnant.
Speech made our country progress. The melting pot allowed people to challenge cultural expectations, and speech drove people to act.
The infringement of speech made our country sterile. Limitations on comfortable and acceptable and, worse still, correct took away our dialog. People became sensitive because they were told they should be. People stopped saying things... not because they didn't believe them, but because they shouldn't say them. We sealed our differences and problems away behind a facade of correctness.
The infringement of speech has broken logic and sense. Now that it is wrong to say a thing, it becomes wrong to think the thing. Our limitation of speech has turned into a limitation of thought.
I may not agree with what you think. I may not agree with what you say. I may think your opinion is bad, or wrong, or even dangerous. But it is yours to have.
If I stand by and deny you have a different opinion, I am enabling the perpetuation of your opinion by my inaction. It is only through communication that we can learn. Without dialog, we are stagnant.
Arms Race.
Thursday February 22 2007, @12:57AM
My left and right hemispheres are in an arms race, and they are mining my sinuses for biological weapons.
No one wins this kind of war.
No one wins this kind of war.
Haiku: Darjeeling
Wednesday February 07 2007, @07:54PM
the tea is too hot,
it will surely burn my tongue
i drink anyway
it will surely burn my tongue
i drink anyway
Writing: Jell-O
Wednesday February 07 2007, @07:45PM
Waiting for the water to heat, I tear open the packet of Sugar-Free Lime Jell-O, and suddenly I am four years old, and the air is thick with fingerpainting. This magic powder smells of pale blue liquid starch, mixed with non-toxic Tempra paint that I smear it around in swirls and shapes on construction paper. I've got paint up to my elbows, and so does every kid sitting at the table with me, and we are all smiling ear-to-ear.
As I pour the boiling water in over the powder, the familiar lime scent fills the room, and the moment is gone. But as the Jell-O cools, a lingering trace of starch hangs in the air, and makes me smile.
As I pour the boiling water in over the powder, the familiar lime scent fills the room, and the moment is gone. But as the Jell-O cools, a lingering trace of starch hangs in the air, and makes me smile.
