Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Douglas Adams' Quotes of Note

A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.

Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.

Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.

If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.

If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.

In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.

The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

To Write Your Name

Ok, its terribly romantic but some things are what they are.

Walking along these white sands
Thinking about you and me
Wondering what we are
And what we will become
I sit to watch waves come in
and out
My fingers caress the grains of sand
Still, I can't decide on what we are
Yet, I know that it feels right,
To write your name.
Cara Blair

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Tread

This is a poem I wrote about 5 years ago. Enjoy.

I tread through these lands
like they were mine to own
Later on, I will wonder
Why the tread on me.

Superficial, really
The ways we think
And of course
The ways we do.

I wonder if anyone
Has discovered
The ways in which
we bind ourselves.

No.
They tread through my heart
Like it was theirs to own
Later on, they will wonder
What is going on.