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I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.

- Rosalia de Castro

ինձ բացում ա~~~ but you don't have the space!

Uploaded on June 15, 2009 by John Martz

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This Blog Did Not Happen - Fabricated Accounts of the Life of the Gentleman Sir Kevin Kao, Ph.D.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.   

Millay, Edna St. Vincent

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men."

John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round
pegs in the square holes - the
ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules and
they have no respect for
the status quo. You can praise
them, disagree with them,
quote them, disbelieve them,
glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing that you
can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.

- Jack Kerouac

The English language will celebrate its one millionth word next month, with "defriend", "noob" and "chiconomics" among the candidates, linguistic experts have predicted. More..

p.s. one day I will create something beautiful for you.

Photos from a bike tour to the dog shelter. More at http://savetheanimals.am/



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The clocks run a bit slow
        In the library
Time, it seems, can’t help but to
        Meander through the stacks
        And for a while
        Slide between the covers
        Of a good book

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by Joe Tye

I decided to play a little game in the class, to test their curiosity. On the midterm exam, one of the questions was "Explain the significance of the word upsilamba in the book Invitation to a Beheading by the author Nabokov.

[...]The truth was that upsilamba was one of Nabokovs fascinating creations, possibly a word he invented. I said I associate Upsilamba with the impossible joy of a suspended leap. Yassi, who seemed excited for no particular reason, cried out that she always thought it could be a nae of a dance- you know, "C'mon, baby, do the Upsilamba with me".

Manna suggested that the word upsilamba evoked the image of small silver fish leaping in and out of a moonlit lake. Nima added in parentheses, Just so you won't forget me, although you have barred me from your class: an upsilamba to you too! For Azin it was a sound, a melody. Mahashid described an image of three girls jumping rope and shouting" Upsilamba" with each leap. For Sanaz, the word was a small African boy's secret magical name. Mitra wasn't sure why the word reminded her of the paradox of a blissful sigh. And for Nassrin it was a magic code that opened the door to a secret cave filled with treasures.

From Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

by W. S. Merwin