The best article about ADHD I’ve read to date is “Running from Ritalin” by Malcolm Gladwell, from the New Yorker, 15 Feb 1999 (p80).
>”Is the hectic pace of contemporary life really to blame for A.D.D.? Not so fast.”
Read it here.
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WHAT?! There’s a sequel to The Giver and nobody told me?!!!
Well, it was written in 2004 (jesus, could you have waited any longer?)
anyways, spoiler warning be damned, here it is on wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messenger_%28novel%29
Aaaand the best definition award goes to… Wikipedia! (no, not even Wiktionary)
Jealousy is an emotion experienced by one who perceives that another person is giving something that s/he wants (typically attention, love, or affection) to a third party. For example, a child will likely become jealous when her parent gives sweets to a sibling but not to her. While the child’s jealousy might be assuaged if she also received candy from the parent, such is typically not the case for a jealous lover, who wants the beloved to give some kinds of attention exclusively to him.
People in my office chuckled a little last week when I told them I had the current winning bid for an old German u-boat that was being hawked on Ebay.
It was a really good deal, $7,000 for some still seaworthy rust bucket that smelled like 27 trolls had filmed 200 porno movies in there. The engine was still in fine shape, and it fired up right away when I pushed the ignition switch. The owner even let me take a test drive of it (since it was moored conveniently close, on Mare Island). A few lessons in sightless navigation later, and we were puttering around the bay at a whopping 12 knots. Despite the post-sex troll stench, I was hooked. Hell, whenever it stops raining out here, I thought, I can at least recoup my investment by donating it to some war museum or another.
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George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913.
159. Hope in Failure
THOUGH now thou hast failed and art fallen, despair not because of defeat,
Though lost for a while be thy heaven and weary of earth be thy feet,
For all will be beauty about thee hereafter through sorrowful years,
And lovely the dews for thy chilling and ruby thy heart-drip of tears.The eyes that had gazed from afar on a beauty that blinded the eyes
Shall call forth its image for ever, its shadow in alien skies.
The heart that had striven to beat in the heart of the Mighty too soon
Shall still of that beating remember some errant and faltering tune.For thou hast but fallen to gather the last of the secrets of power;
The beauty that breathes in thy spirit shall shape of thy sorrow a flower,
The pale bud of pity shall open the bloom of its tenderest rays,
The heart of whose shining is bright with the light of the Ancient of Days.
source: Bartleby.com
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