John Baw
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“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.” — Khalil Gibran0 Comments -
“Four things come not back. The spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life and the neglected opportunity.” — Arabian Proverb0 Comments -
Poem: Dreams like driftwood
Majesty, wonder, awesomeness
Mystery and more
Like driftwood now have washed ashore
At atheism’s doorGive me spells, give me magic
Give me prayer to explore
But spare me the rationality
I want to dream once more.(c) - 2013 John K. Baw - some rights reserved
Photo credit: fras1977’s photostream
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5 Insanely Simple Work-Life Balance Shortcuts From People Who “Have It All”
Make it your responsibility to decide what matters, and when to get it done—no one else is going to determine or prioritize it for you.
Don’t keep separate work and personal calendars or priority lists. (Fast Company likes Clear, if you need an app.)
Frequently take stock of what’s working and what’s not—because it’s always changing. Put that on your calendar.
Schedule time for small, manageable steps in the areas of their life they’ve identified as important instead of just identifying huge, lofty goals.
Focus on and celebrate what does get done, not what falls by the wayside—small or partial steps are better than nothing.
[Image: Flickr user Joe Plocki]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/5598b1dc8ce282b5f2fc1349934e213a/tumblr_mheipl1fiT1qzt7h7o1_1280.jpg)
5 Insanely Simple Work-Life Balance Shortcuts From People Who “Have It All”
- Make it your responsibility to decide what matters, and when to get it done—no one else is going to determine or prioritize it for you.
- Don’t keep separate work and personal calendars or priority lists. (Fast Company likes Clear, if you need an app.)
- Frequently take stock of what’s working and what’s not—because it’s always changing. Put that on your calendar.
- Schedule time for small, manageable steps in the areas of their life they’ve identified as important instead of just identifying huge, lofty goals.
- Focus on and celebrate what does get done, not what falls by the wayside—small or partial steps are better than nothing.
[Image: Flickr user Joe Plocki]
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Poem: The Window
I see that window, mocking me
The place where he once stood
His smile, his wave, like mist have gone
I wish I understoodThat scream from the emptiness
It’s real and it’s cruel
The sadness of the memories
A dastardly accrualOh! How I loathe that hollow space
How devilish, can’t you see?
It tells me that what might have been
Is never now to be(c) 2013 John K. Baw - Some rights reserved
Photo Credit: Vitó’s photostream
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POEM: RENAISSANCE
(BORN)2
At last arriving, I cease
At last looking, I see
With hopes and dreams that die
I rise to live once more
Scales. Falling from my eyes
I behold.
I do not see the light
But by the light, I now see.0 Comments -
The Simple Way: The Greening of Philadelphia’s Concrete Jungle (by Odyssey Networks)
I LOVE this approach to BEING the difference that you want to see in the world! Now, who says God and dreadlocks don’t mix? :)
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“The notion that you’ve arrived, I think, is—first of all, it’s probably false—but it’s also a bad place to make any kind of art. To have a sense of yourself as an impostor or an outsider kind of pushes you to not settle for something.”
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LOVING the new Virgin Atlantic ad Flying in the face of ordinary. This is what creative genius is all about. And you, how will YOU create something special today?
(by virginatlantic)
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“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.” — Poet and Novelist Robert Louis Stevenson0 Comments -
A cool tune for you on this sunny Monday :)
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Poem: Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime …
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
-Wilfred Owen
(8 October 1917 - March, 1918)
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Books about fast-evolving fields can, obviously, get out of date pretty quickly. One solution: turn it into an iPad app that gets updated as needed.
(via fastcompany)
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