CAPTIVE HEART

CAPTIVE HEART

The Managing of poetry

was buried under pages of aspirational poetry and everyday life advice.

On Twitter, two philosophers on contrasting camps: one who is self-preservationist (Bob), and one who is keeping an open mind (Meredith).

The piranhas in a fish tank are the most lethargic. The prodigal son in the palm of his hands has been visiting you endlessly. ______

Rob

3rd Place – geekasia/realm of the lost – 27 Oct 2007

4th Place – Jezebel/tara pinkley – 31 Sep 2007

5th Place – kireligod/blacktire598 – 07 Oct 2007

6th Place – mbrchatton/curtisdavis – 10 Oct 2007

7th Place – adamantech/chewedoraguerrero – 11 Oct 2007

8th Place – mbrchatton/curtisdavis – 17 Oct 2007

9th Place – Larry/tara pinkley – 22 Oct 2007

10th Place – Larry/pickles420 – 22 Oct 2007

In the vastness of the digital realm, where typos have no allegiances, I are sure I will not be the last to fall by my own methods. So I will be donating $1/day to the publishing houses that missed the memo. What will you do?

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Burn Off A Bad Needle continues in this thread:

Millions, perhaps billions of readers click on books or articles because they think they’re going to help people. Well, if you’re one of the misinformed or misguided ones out there, you might want to start looking for your own, mixed metaphor, safe haven here at the grave. It’s not that you aren’t a good person. You certainly are. But maybe, just maybe, you lost your way along the way. It’s also okay to take a look around.

Morningstar, David. The Cry of Voice. Heirloom, 2000.

Money in the Managing City; Or, How Red Sox Management Finally Got It Right. Forsyth, Simon. Perseus Books, 2005.

Practical System Development for Programmers by Paul Graham and Nicole Forsyth, Keil, 2005.

We are all of us realising that the best thing you can do is often second-guess yourself and pick something else. Apparently wherever I go I run into people who are in the same boat. Or at least I ran into a fair few of them last night. If there is one thing that I think about, it’s that if we found out things had been going wrong up to now, we should have picked better mentors, learned more from our mistakes… if we had just been more open. He says to keep out of my work, and I say to watch out. It was interesting.

“Something happened…” I said, “and I didn’t want to ask what it was, but it’s incomprehensibly simple.”

“Which is?”

“Suffering.”

“Subtle irony?”

“No. It was not subtle.”

“Hah.”

“And I got interested.”

And it just struck me, which is that, somehow, this recognition of the ways in which we are self-involved in the world, rather than actually dealing with the world, and the ways in which we are not actually able to get close to each other as deeply as we would like –

Oh my god, the dichotomy.

My heart went somersault and I knew then, with absolute certainty, that this is what I am going to be going into. I probably even knew when I was going to leave.

The fine line between selfishness and selflessness is never perfect – it has to wobble a little when we want it to, when we put special cognitive anchoring in our personal experience. We burn a cinder because we set about what we think will get us what we imagine we want. We hold a mirror up to ourselves to see how we look.

The problem with men is that we can’t restrain ourselves enough.

We seek the comfort of the familiar, but it’s not only the familiar that adds to our competitive core – the knowledge that we’re trying to understand ourselves.

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