Postsecret
by V.E. on March 16th, 2009
filed under beauty, school, writing
From postsecret.com, 15 March 2009.
—–Email Message—–
Sent: Sunday, March 15, 2009 11:38 AM
Subject: PHD student that feels stupid
Hang in there getting a PhD is suppose to make you feel stupid.
“Research is immersion in the unknown. We can’t be sure whether we’re asking the right questions or doing the right experiment until we get the answer or the result . . . .”
If researchers don’t feel stupid that means they are not really trying.
—–Email Message—–
Sent: Sunday, March 15, 2009 8:19 PM
To: Frank Warren
Subject: PhD post
I almost quit grad school when I found this handwritten in one of my books:
Sir, a+b^n /z = x Therefor God exists. Reply.
Book List
by V.E. on March 15th, 2009
filed under quizzes/surveys, words, writing
This can be a quick one. Don’t take too long to think about it!
Ten books you’ve read that will always stick with you.
First ten you can recall in no more than 15 minutes!
01. Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein
02. Princess Ben by Catherine Gilbert Murdock
03. La Belle et la Bête by Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont
04. The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis
05. The Giver by Lois Lowry
06. The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster
07. The Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne
08. The Rover by Aphra Behn
09. Alive Together by Lisel Mueller
10. Dark Rapture by Michele Hauf
“All Along the Watchtower” lyrics
by V.E. on March 3rd, 2009
filed under lyrics
SONG: All Along the Watchtower
BY: Bob Dylan
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”
“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
