Baxil [bakh-HEEL'], n.
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Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in the "Baxil" journal:
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01:16 am
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Thought of the evening
What truly defines us is our passions: not what we are good at, but what we are willing to struggle at.
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COROLLARY 1 - "Good at" and "struggle at" aren't exclusive.
Current Location: ~/brainstorm
Current Mood:  reflective
Tags: quotable
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01:29 am
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A stray thought upon reading a lengthy Wikipedia comment thread at 2 AM
Welcome to Web 2.0, where history is written by the whiners.
Current Location: ~/laptop
Current Mood:  cynical
Current Music: Papaya, "Pink Dinosaur"
Tags: quotable, wordplay
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11:29 am
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Advice for the 21st century
Lol's first law:
If your behavior overtakes The Onion's satire, YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING WRONG.
(Filed as bookmark: RIAA Radar - find albums to buy that don't give money to these parasites.)
Current Location: ~yuba
Current Mood:  disgusted
Current Music: "Allegro non troppo," Tchaikovsky
Tags: my brain now hurts, quotable
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11:50 pm
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Your poem of the day
By Russian poet Anna Ahkmatova, translated by blogger Sasha Volokh:
It's the night of the 21st. Monday.
The skyline stands out in the mist.
Some idiot figured out, one day,
That love on this earth can exist.
And through ignorance, boredom, frustration,
They believed him. And that's how it goes --
They make rendez-vous, fear separation,
And they sing of their joys and their woes.
But some others see through this delusion,
And a silence descends, soft and still;
I once happened to reach this conclusion,
And since then it's as if I've been ill.
The only thing I can add is that it seems to me this poem is as much about cynicism as love -- and on both counts, it's profound.
(No deeper meaning to me posting this. I've had it around for a while and am trying to get everything done all at once before packing for a weekend trip.)
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Afro Celt Sound System, "Even in my Dreams"
Tags: quotable, writing
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