Oh goodness! This is finally my post #100.
It has been almost a year since that December 3rd I decided to gave birth to this website.
It's been a great experience. I can't recall the exact number of my moments this blog has witnessed; but one thing I know; that it has still got many more to perpetuate.

Quien no entiende una mirada, jamás podrá entender una explicación.

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,

And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,

"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—

And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought that he was everything

To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,

And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

Went home and put a bullet through his head.

                                            - Edwin Arlington Robinson.

"Are you happy?" she asked. I couldn't answer right away. I'm not unhappy, I don't think, but I'm not particularly overjoyed. Nothing to do with what has lately happened; I'm just not satisfied with my living. I don't know what I'm doing with my time, or with whatever talents I might have. Fuck--I don't even know what those talents are. Lucky and cursed are those who know their destiny. Maybe I've got sculptor's hands. Maybe I've got the cure for cancer forever undiscovered in my head. I suppose it's better this way--this unknown future--but it doesn't make for easy days.

TWO-MINUTE NOTE TO THE FUTURE

by GEORGE SAUNDERS

''Hope that, in future, all is well, everyone eats free, no one must work, all just sit around feeling love for one another.''

Amazing to think that I am here in my time and you, future reader, are there in your (future) time, reading this! By the time you read this, I may be in grave (!). Maybe you, in your future clothing, can drive your jet car to my grave, hover over grave, think fondly of time you read these words, leave weird cloned flowers, go scooting back to own life. But beware: you too, future reader, will someday be in grave. All, in time, will be in graves. Unless you, in future time, have defeated death. If so, please revive me (!). Also revive Kate (wife) and kids (Sally, Kip).

Speaking of Sally, Kip: what parenting like in future? Still difficult? Even though your kids not brought to term in womb, but in small hygienic chamber attached to mother, even though your kids born speaking several languages + playing violin, due to tiny chips in brains, future parents still find parenting hard?

My boss just came, asked what I was writing. EnderCO report? Ha. No.

Note to future generations: Still have “bosses”? Bosses still intrusive? Still have “offices”? Future offices = high tech? All you have to do to raise temperature is think, “Raise temperature in office,” computer does? People move from place to place on invisible air-cars? People think: “AirCar, take me to Copy Room,” soon are soundlessly proceeding to Copy Room? Except there is no Copy Room, because paper obsolete, all documents projected on to screen inside brain? Sometimes, for prank, future person sends ton of random copies into brain of friend, friend cannot walk/see, has to feel way to AirCar, say: “AirCar, take me to Frank’s cubicle, am going to kill Frank for flooding my brain with random copies.” In your (future) time, boss can just stay in own (plush) office, nosing into what (excellent, responsible) worker might be writing in own spare time? Worker can send boss mental message: If you are so smart, Mr. Kenner, why branch shrinking, why did you have to lay off Jerry Ringer?

Jerry = good guy. Really miss Jerry. Jerry = dear friend.
People still get fired in future? Even person with new baby? Hope not. Hope that, in future, all is well, everyone eats free, no one must work, all just sit around feeling love for one another.

Sugarland - Wishing

''I keep tellin' myself I'm movin' on 

But I'm stumbling 

Believin' my heart was strong enough 

And now I'm wandering 

'Cause every step I take that leads me away 

Just circles back to your door.'' 

Gotta love Ellen :D

“I am nothing special, of this I am sure.

I am a common man with common 

thoughts and I've led a common life.

There are no monuments dedicated to

me and my name will soon be 

forgotten, but I've loved another with 

all my heart and soul, and to me, this 

has always been enough..” 

H.C.Bell - The Stranger

     At length,however, something like a change seemed to come over the spirit of his dreams. His eye fell on Emily Sommers, and appeared to rest where it fell with no small degree of pleasure. No wonder. Emily was not what is generally styled beautiful; but there was a sweetness, a modesty, a gentleness about her, that charmed the more the longer it was observed. She was the only child of a widowed mother. Her father had died many a year ago in battle; and the pension of an officer's widow was all the fortune he had left them. But nature had bestowed riches of a more valuable kind than those which fortune had denied. I wish I could describe Emily Sommers; but I shall not attempt it. She was one of those whose virtues are hid from the blaze of the world, only to be the more appreciated by those who can understand them.

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet.