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Quote of the day: Before you diagnose yourself with depression

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Today’s quote is from William Gibson one of our favorite fiction writer.
Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, simply surrounded by assholes.“…
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Quote of the day: Internet regulations are like witchcraft

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The fact that there is no such thing as witchcraft didn’t stop them from burning a lot of “witches”. By the same token the ineffectiveness of the “remedy” is actually worse for us. It’s like the “five-year-plan” that produces no wheat that yields an even more drastic “five-year-plan” that also produces no corn …

Cory Doctorow @ 28C3 28-December-2011

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Quote of the day: Politicians and Diapers

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Politicians are like diapers – you should change them from time to time – …and for the same reasons.

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Quote of the day: Politics and Business

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The only difference between the Republican and Democratic parties is the velocities with which their knees hit the floor when corporations knock on their door. That’s the only difference.”

Ralph Nader – American attorney, author, lecturer, political activist

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Quote of the day: The last Poem

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This quote is from James Clavell’s well known novel Shogun:

The blue sky above the earth
White clouds rise towards heaven
Life is only a butterfly’s dream
Death the way to eternal life

Charles Edmund Dumaresq Clavell, 1924 – 1994, Shogun

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Quote of the day: Funeral Blues

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One of W.H. Auden best known poems “Funeral Blues” in its second (shorter) and changed version. We are still searching for the original version with five stanzas which Auden wrote together with Christopher Isherwood in 1936.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Wystan Hugh Auden, 1907 – 1973, Funeral Blues

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