a large building with many windows
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a close up of a white flower with green leaves
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water droplets on glass panel
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Phubbing, or phone-snubbing is increasingly common, where we snub the person talking to us in person in favour of the incoming text message on our phone.
We should provide our complete attention to the person in front of us, and if someone phubs us, we can let them know right there.
What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...
What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...
Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...
And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.
Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...
You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.
And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.
What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?
Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.
Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?
And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.
Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...
Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.
To hold onto me.
And let me see.
My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...
Send me back to the cave!
I am tired of the people here!
I want to go home and
I want to snuggle up to my
Big strong bear
In my own little world...
My cave.
A normal person can tell you lots of factual information about his life, his work, his neighborhood, and his hobbies but very little about the FDA clinical trial process or the moon landing. But do you know who knows a ton about the moon landing? Crazy people who think it’s fake. They don’t have crank opinions because they are misinformed, they have tons and tons of moon-related factual information because they’re cranks.Â
Back in 1728, Caleb Phillips advertised his teachings on a new shorthand method in the Boston Gazette. The lessons would be delivered by mail every week.
In the 1840s, Sir Isaac Pitman also offered shorthand by mail. However, his students would send him a postcard with their efforts, and he would correct and send it back to them. Thus, the Phonographic Correspondence Society was born to formalise the courses. In turn, it led to colleges, and by 1873, the first correspondence school was opened.
Jim Abrahams, 80, Dies; a Mastermind of ‘Airplane!’ and ‘Naked Gun’
Along with his fellow filmmakers David and Jerry Zucker, he revolutionized film comedy with a straight-faced, fast-paced style of parody.
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