
Monday, November 27, 2006
How I fell in love with Ayn Rand

Wednesday, November 22, 2006
The Sink

With Quicksand all around me, I sink slowly, And so sink the people around me, I wave my hand in fury, lest a hand from heaven save me, No trees around, not even grass, nothing to grab hold of, I sink slowly. With the advent of rain - the slightest hope goes faint, The more I struggle, the more I sink, I give up all hope, close my eyes, wait for death to come, And I sink slowly. - Aravindh
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Three Little Birds

Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
On what to be proud of
I'll say this and say nothing more: Think of what you're proud of: something that you've accomplished yourself or something that...
-
In today's world, there are very few topics which are uncontroversial enough that a person can freely write about. Luckily, climate cha...
-
It's been a growing trend, or so it seems, to boycott upper case letters -- at least in the context of writing down one's own name -...
-
It's common to have one's chocolate eating habits criticised: What you're eating is not smooth enough, not dark enough, not fair...