tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192993772011-04-21T11:15:28.199-07:00On narrating thoughts, narrative thoughts and metacognition.djhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15558245425049947121noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299377.post-14452461302301892812008-05-01T09:50:00.000-07:002008-05-01T22:18:37.063-07:00

Have you ever wondered the benefits of praying to a Patron Saint? It is a very catholic thing, but along these lines are my thoughts driven today.I am Monk, the Patron Saint of all the socially retarded beings. I know I do not have a name in particular, for I am not named. Now don't feel sorry for me. It's only my preference to remain unnamed that had made me being called 'Monk' among the masses.

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The lone wall flower was at the corner,As people pass by La Halle streetWithout a care for the passer by.The lone man sat at the square,His eyes closed and arms wide open,Basking in the glory of the sun.Juveniles strange and high, silly salliedand dallied with the dandy womenthat strutted by La Halle street.Pass the piers and the wharfcomes the green cars to La Hallewhere the homeless are

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Eureka! Eureka! Yes, I found it, the solution to the energy crisis in cold tundras, a solution that can be used in North Americas, Siberia and the likes! It is nothing but combustible snow!Think of the possibilities! Look at the availability of the snow when the jet stream dumps tons of it in the tundras! This is definitely 'the' solution to the vast energy crisis that the human race is about to

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It's summer holidays again. And little Maria has fallen sick again. Being a five year old can be oh so bothersome. It was nearly 8 months ago, when nana Theresa had come to see her and had given her a nice dab of an emollient cream with esoteric spices for the little girl's frequent episodes of infections. She had screamed that time, for it burnt her throat and neck. She had earnestly wished at

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When I were a little kid, I used to fall sick quite frequently because of one or the other infections of tonsils. Some of the well-knowledged relatives of my parents would advise them on putting me on special esoteric treatment with spices, mostly ginger, turmeric, black pepper and the likes. Naturally when I were daubed with an evil spice concoction that can cause scalding, I would protest '

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Everyday I come to my master, with a trick to please him, just for a pat, a sign of friendship.Everyday he throws me a bone, and sends me on a hunt, for to him, I'm just a distraction.I sought a soul to befriend, he found a hound to pass his time with.But today as I breathe my last breaths, I wonder whether I won his friendship.Aye, I did, for he threw me a bone nearly everyday when he didn't

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One of my friend's suggested that I should write just for the sake of writing. With nothing else in mind at my current frame, rather write on a random topic and ramble on about it. Because of the resident cats at the place where I live, I am fascinated by the topics that relate to the said creature. One of the lines which I often wonder about is how it is accepted to a certain level that women

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I know I shouldn't be doing this, but can't help it. When one has finely colored pieces of block, options are either toy with them, or build with them. I toyed and I built around the familiar concepts to come up with this rough draft. I can hear someone snickering over there. Shush you! No, don't think about it, I'm far away from you, safe and sound, you can not shoot me. :-pSummary: A fusion of

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She tucked herself back on bed, and closed her eyes as if to sleep. Sleep visited her late, and with sleep came dreams with a face that haunted her. A face that she can never forget.That was a face before she held herself proud, and always stayed far away for she feared their differences. A time came when she decided to subdue her fears and walk across the line of disparity, but the same time

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last monday night, there was a nasty ice storm. though we had two outages on monday night, the power returned soon enough. but by the time i woke up on tuesday morning, there was no power. hoping that power would be back by end of day, almost everyone here in eastern kansas could've stayed home that day. the landscape looked lovely with trees bearing icicles and it was a winter wonder land,

djhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15558245425049947121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19299377.post-1901618434828644102007-11-06T19:49:00.000-08:002007-11-07T12:30:17.005-08:00

fractals are fun way to waste time! i played with gimp for nearly 2 hours today. the proof follows ;)i really like the flame fractal and the super-nova lighting effect. :-) the next is also a flame fractal.the next one doesn't have much of the fractal, but the flare light effect with the default parameters.ok, said enough. now back to work. :-)nb: i'm one of those many earnestly waiting for comet

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for a very long time my alias on the internet had been djinx. there's a story behind that. when i first created my email account at yahoo, my alias was simply my first name. but the law of entropy proved its mightiness pretty sooner than i expected, for the password to my account was soon forgotten(even these days when one has to use more than 20 passwords per day, remembering them can be

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Yet another stream of incoherent/coherent(take it the way you want) thoughts ...at shores of time,together they playedtwisting the mantle of time.vast was the poolof the ocean blue,that they tried to empty.time stayed stillwith their laughter-fill,but then it came with a warptorn apart swiftly,thrown into the mantle.she laments stillat shores of time,'O brother! O brother!My friend of old'across

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Once again I fell asleep on the couch, in my desperate effort(which later turned out to be not so desperate) to fall asleep. It was pretty cold, but still I managed to sleep without a blanket. That's the only reason I could think of, for the strange phenomenon of remembering a dream (people don't normally remember their dreams). But there was one line, which I said to myself that I remember in

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The feline creatures, that walks the earth, what mysteries do they have to reveal? The scientists over years have observed and recorded the behavior of these creatures in their natural habitat. From big cats that walk the jungles of Africa and Asia to bobcats and lynx that prowl the Midwest to the mischievous feline pets that adorns our homes, what do they have in common beside being in the same

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I do not know, which one to celebrate. Honestly the thought of celebrating makes me homesick! Besides there is that feeling of loss of childhood, and emotions run high.I was one of those kids who remained shut in a room on their birthday, lamenting the loss of another year of life, and the approach of adulthood. Now I realize why I did so. There is a tendency in us to prevail in the present and

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It was 2 in the morning, yet she was not able to sleep. She tossed and turned, as she tugged her sheets. When she realized there was no point in remaining on the bed, she got up and walked to the table where she had started to work on another jigsaw puzzle, a picture of a moonlit night. She looked at the printed image on the box, and decided she wanted to put together the pieces of moon. She kept

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It was not beginning, yet it was time, the time for the beginning of His children. And He was by the Lake none beside Him except His most precious thought, His Wisdom. She alone watched Him as He carved and none besides her saw Him as He labored. While He carved, she brought Him more clay. [1] “When they awake, they will be awestruck at the sight of stars.”“Indeed.” “Varda

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I am too lazy to write my own story, after building a world of its own. So what, I am making an effort to express. This is the latest thing I wrote other than corrections to my thesis:) It is set in Tolkien's mythological world, and is about the progression of life. This is just the beginning of a poem and the title is The Carver by the Lake. The lines, which you might think are in a strange

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I am not particularly enthusiastic about sharing this piece. I think I had always wanted to be a writer since my earliest days, I suppose. I had been living in oblivion of this secret goal of mine for so long. I remembered of this interest, while listening to a particular talk at Perspectives I think, when Mr McCarthy was casually talking about "talents". I am now wondering how did I forget about

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I am trying to recollect some of my earliest memories, to be exact I want to know how much I can remember of my escapades when I was less than 5. I assume that the events I can recollect are most likely to be remembered by my parents better. I remember that I used to play with my brother, making up tales of a character named appachi-kuchi. Although I don't remember it's role that well, the

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I ordered the documentary video An inconvenient truth over netflix. It was an interesting watch. The only problem with Al Gore speaking about global warming is that it sort of brings in the question whether he is presenting the facts accurately. I am so skeptical about politicians. One statement he makes about ozone hole over Antarctica is such a thing. Ozone hole is still big, and this year's

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I am waiting for the crisp apple pudding to be baked. And guess what, I forgot to add. There is no butter in my crisp apple. I wonder how different this one is going to be from what Marsha makes. Either I will eventually be labeled a total looser in cooking, which I am even now. Or I will become an expert in low fat recipes.

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Today I was listening to Vinton Cerf's near monologue for nearly an hour, although it was supposed to be a question and answer session. No wonder why he is the chief internet evangelist for Google, obviously in addition to being one of the 'father's of the internet', he is a persuasive speaker. Good things to know about him is that he is a supporter of strong encryption systems and he is against

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Sam remarks,"Wonder if we will be ever put in songs and tales""What?", Frodo responds."Wonder if people will ever say, 'Lets hear about Frodo and the ring. Yes, its one of my favourite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he Dad?. Yes, my boy, the most famouses of hobits. Doesn't that saying a lot""You left one of the chief characters, Samwise the brave. I want to hear more about Sam.

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Cats are pretty picky and dogs are jealous. Today I had to take Simba and Toby(dogs) to bed. They were unhappy to see Meow-meow(the spoilt cat) eat from their dish. I think Jack left the dog food on the floor. And Meow-meow was happily munching on it. So when I took the dogs to bed, I thought Simba won't give me any trouble. She went to garage and Toby ran around in the house. While I was trying

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"I can't do this, Sam", says FrodoSam replies, "I know, its's all wrong, by rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories Mr. Frodo . Once that really mattered, full of darkness and danger they were. Sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how can the ending be happy? How can the world go back to the way it was when so much has happened. But in the end

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Being a big fan of Tolkien's writings, I always like the new words that writers coin up. Rowling's writings also happen to be in that category. The etymological study of a word upto its root words is very interesting. Knowing older languages like Sanskrit and Latin are quiet beneficial. I wish at times I were doing some research on philology rather than computer science. But any ways the

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I spent so much time on solving sudoku puzzles these days. Its a good exercise for brains. Even though it's stimulating, it is definitely not a good idea to keep solving puzzles one after another, ignoring other work. How does addiction works? How can one get addicted to some simple things like playing sudoku?

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What could be the possible state of mind now? I mean the state of brain with all those indoleamines and catecholamines, are they balanced? I am wondering, as it is in its balance that each person feels good. Lack of seratonin(the feel good neurotransmitter) and indoleamine causes depression. Another aspect of the brain, how the primitive limbic system takes control of us and put us in a flight or

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