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Correspondence School™: June 2006
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Learning to communicate - without any real interaction. Tuesday, June 27, 2006. I am stealing this link from Yewknee. But this is kinda like what I felt like today when trying to sort out some issues with my federal student loans. It's pretty funny though. Posted by James M Wilson at 5:46 PM. Monday, June 26, 2006. As I was driving home from work today I saw a sign that said:. For some reason I read this in my mind to mean "Expect delays, constipation. Ahead" That works, too, I guess. The thing is, he to...
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Correspondence School™: March 2007
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Learning to communicate - without any real interaction. Wednesday, March 14, 2007. This is a clip off of Diana Deustch's CD Musical Illusions and Paradoxes. Sometimes behave so strangely ". WNYC - Radio Lab. Posted by James M Wilson at 1:13 PM. View my complete profile. The World of Winston. A Revolution Without Dancing. Sometimes I Forget Things. The Fourth Most Popular Folk Parody Group in New Z. The Amazing Powers of Marketing. Some of My Fathers One-Liners. Some Grade School Writing.
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{blank}: September 2006
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This is me from far away. Sometimes what you're looking for isn't meant to be found,. And other times it's just around the corner. And maybe it's here, maybe it's now. Posted by sara at 10:52 AM. View my complete profile. This is a Flickr badge showing photos in a set called self portrait. Make your own badge here. Le blog à Tommy. All things must pass. We have grown so much.
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Correspondence School™: July 2006
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Learning to communicate - without any real interaction. Sunday, July 30, 2006. Some of My Father's One-Liners. I'd rather have a bottom in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.". I feel a lot more like I. Do now than I did before.". Posted by James M Wilson at 10:11 PM. Tuesday, July 25, 2006. Some Grade School Writing. Hot Dogs and Corny Dogs. The trunk of the tree. Grew up to the branches high. To touch the green leaves. Dear Mrs. Hortin. Dear Mrs. Hortin,. Posted by James M Wilson at 9:47 PM. I started...
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{blank}: August 2006
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Oh the mystery of life. Just when you are about to give up, something magical happens that makes you keep going. Keep dreaming, keep hoping, keep loving , keep living. We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it. Posted by sara at 6:04 AM. I sold my first drawing. Posted by sara at 6:17 AM. Le blog à Tommy.
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Correspondence School™: December 2006
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Learning to communicate - without any real interaction. Friday, December 15, 2006. Sometimes I Forget Things. When I was in middle school I once came into class, sat down, took my hat off, and realized that I had forgotten to wash the shampoo out of my hair. I had to stick my head into the bathroom sink and wash it out as much as possible. That didn't work very well. Posted by James M Wilson at 5:27 PM. View my complete profile. The World of Winston. A Revolution Without Dancing. Sometimes I Forget Things.
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{blank}: January 2006
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Have i mentioned lately that i have the most amazing group of friends ever? Posted by sara at 1:45 AM. In india, the sky never sleeps. the sun is always singing. A new song each morning. Life surges through the ganges, through the veins of buddha,. And soars back up to the sky with the birds. I want to wake up. But i never want to stop dreaming. Posted by sara at 10:17 PM. I'm so lucky to have such wonderful friends! Thank you so much for making my birthday special. Next time we'll get thai curry.
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Correspondence School™: August 2006
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Learning to communicate - without any real interaction. Monday, August 21, 2006. The Amazing Powers of Marketing. It's amazing how a company, an entire industry, can create a perception of their product that just isn't accurate, then bottle it, and sell it for 100,000 times more than the exact same stuff, but of better quality, you can get right out of your own home. Read this article. Posted by James M Wilson at 11:51 AM. View my complete profile. The World of Winston. A Revolution Without Dancing.
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{blank}: March 2006
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What do i remember. let's see. I heard somewhere that smell was most closely related to memories. that if you smell something from your childhood, like crayons or play doh, you have a greater sensation of your past than with any other sense. I think the sense of smell is greatly overlooked. So many times we focus on the way thins appear, the sounds, the textures. but not so much the smell. it's one of the least popular of the senses. But i remember the smell of spring. I remember the smell of fall. We'd ...
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{blank}: February 2006
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The illusion of reality. What is reality if it's not something you dictate? How can reality be anything but subjective? There are faults in our senses. sight, smell, sound, taste, touch. so then. isn't there fault in reality? Take the letter R for example. And the letter F for example. Now squint your eyes. And what about self-fulfilling prophesies? Isn't that nothing more than you putting limits on yourself and on your reality. How much of what we do is out of cowardace? Posted by sara at 11:02 PM.
