March 19, 2007. Listed in
Palabras.
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In all fundamentals of a sloth, one of the many beliefs inhibiting the progression of knowledge – or in other words, procrastination – is a slothful belief of “importance” and priority. However, there are many proofs that make such a statement true:
“I don’t have to do anything; nothing is technically important.”
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January 17, 2007. Listed in
Palabras.
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Art pertains to those concepts that are beautiful, extraordinary, and revolutionary. Such things include music, media, dance, visual, language, literature, and even life itself. However, can web designing be an “art” in such relation to the previous examples provided? Can we really call web designing “beautiful” and “quintessential” as we could, for example, a painting?
Actually, a lot of us just skip right down to the content and forget about what it actually looks like – unless, of course, the design is detrimental to the legibility of the content. Why?
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December 25, 2006. Listed in
Aside.
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Merry Christmas everyone! I hope that everyone has a nice, warm Christmas with lots of presents and spending time with the family (and if not, have a good Christmas anyway!)
Of course, I’m writing this at 3 in the morning, so this is the early portion of Christmas. Can’t wait for everyone to come over in a few hours. Yay!
Also, you may or may not notice; I have now added the FFXI portion of Voukah, compromising Forvis’ semi-existence with only the map quests, BLM AF quests, and the trial-fork avatar quests. More to come! (eventually).
December 25, 2006. Listed in
Persona.
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My family, relatives, and I had dinner at a Cantonese restaurant on the evening of Christmas Eve. As I sat there, bored and discontented (as usual, per se), I was drawn to the attention to horrible table habits. Then I turned to my right: superiority persona, arrogant, and gaudy; above all things that could possibly irritate me.
I sit there, ranting to myself with the past of the cousins and hardships that seem to tie a ribbon around his gaudy figure, bursting novas of frustration that just cannot overwhelm my barrier of collectivism, but try their hardest to.
?Want tea??
?Yeah, sure. Yes please.?
I tapped the table three times with my fingers. *
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