rattus rattus’ blog

every time i see the word “misled,” i read it to myself at first as miss-eld and wonder what that word means. and then i think, oh, that’s right. misled.

— Juliet Small Ernst, Touch Touch Publishing Blog, 2008-10-10

don’t tell me, don’t ask me,
don’t picture me, don’t love me.
grab me!

Or: The power of silence

i wish i knew or understood this, but i neither understand nor do i know how to deal with it. meaning can be poison, and meaning can kill. there may be power in words, but there is even higher power in what is not said if you allow it any meaning.
— one: the white flag

[X]

Tomorrow will be cancelled due to lack of interest.

— *nix fortune

I just wanted to say that you are so

 stimulating,
  and alluring,
   simply great,
    you are spectacular,
     and impressive,
      sensational,
       plain charming,
        and cheerful,
         stupendous
          fabulous,
           even marvelous,
            always interesting,
             and intelligent,
              you are stunning,
               remarkable,
                phenomenal,
                 outstanding,
                  and enchanting,
                   just awesome,
                    wonderful,
                   inspiring,
                  amazing,
                 bewitching,
                captivating,
               attracting
              and attractive;
             and eye-opening,
            energizing,
           entertaining,
          invigorating,
         fascinating,
        and enlightening,
       downright astonishing.
      You are damn rare.

Never forget this!
And always remember that it was me who said it.

“In the age of the internet attaching a famous name to your personal opinion to give more weight to it is a very valid strategy.” — Benjamin Franklin

Quote posted by Anonymous in a comment to a blog post of Bruce Schneier about a misquote.

Recently, I have exchanged two e-mail messages with the owner of a weblog which I happened to stumble upon. After the second message, he asked me: Do we know each other?

My first thought was: How should I know? But then, here is how to know we know each other:

If you think we could perhaps know each other chances are we do not.

If you think that I may ever say so you certainly do not know me.

If you think we might actually never get to know each other we already do (know quite an essential part of what I think we could possibly know from each other).

If you know that my middle name is Epimenides we in fact do know each other. But then, tell me, why do you ask?

Imagine what we can imagine!
— Arthur Rubinstein