The All-Thing

All stick and no carrot, since ought-three.

`Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on ``I am not too sure''.' -- H. L. Mencken.

各位能夠讀中文得來賓您好。小的這還在學中文中,恐怕中文寫得不太好,希望你們還看得懂。


楚江懷古 (馬戴)

露氣寒光集,微陽下楚丘。
猿啼洞庭樹,人在木蘭舟。
廣澤生明月,蒼山夾亂流。
雲中君不見,竟夕自悲秋。

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Sat, 10 Jan 2004

Time is Ticking Away

As jwz points out, the high bit in time_t flipped at 8:37:04 this morning. When that thing rolls over one more time, I will be 60 years old, aka dead.

Watch the precious grains of William's life drop away, one by one, in the hourglass of his impending mortality by typing this:

watch –n 1 perl –e 'printf \"%b\\n\, time'"

See that bit on the far left? That's me.

Posted at 11:26 | /mortal | (leave a comment) | permalink

Cold

You know how people are like, Christ, it's cold out there? Well, fuck those people. Cause it's fucking COLD out there. Cold!!! I am drunk on so much whisky that I want to spell words like the British (normally I hate the British) and even I know it's cold. Fuck it's cold.

If it were just regular freezing cold, I would be wandering around in a t-shirt and boxer shorts, screaming obscenities at passers-by like a typical Friday night. But no. After approximately 20 seconds of me wearing every single possible layer of my warmest clothing, I was crying icecubes like a frozen baby. If there had been another living organism around, like a cat or something, I would gladly have killed it for the warmth of its carcass. But no.

Cold.

Posted at 02:57 | /misc | 1 comment | permalink


   

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