The End of TIME
Posted on 12/17/2008 5:15:05 AM PST by abb
ou probably sat in a fancier conference room the last time you refinanced or heard a pitch about life insurance. There's a table, some off-brand mesh office chairs, a bookcase that looks as if it had been put together with an Allen wrench and instructions in Swedish.
To reach this room, you pass through a cubicle farm lightly populated by quiet young people. Either they have just arrived or they are just leaving, because their desks are almost bare. The place has a vaguely familiar feel to it, this air of transient shabbiness and nondescriptitude. You can't quite put your finger on it ...
"It's like the set of The Office," someone offers.
Bingo.
It is here that we find Barack Obama one soul-freezingly cold December day, mentally unpacking the crate of crushing problems — some old, some new, all ugly — that he is about to inherit as the 44th President of the United States. Most of his hours inside the presidential-transition office are spent in this bland and bare-bones room. You would think the President-elect — a guy who draws 100,000 people to a speech in St. Louis, Mo., who raises three-quarters of a billion dollars, who is facing the toughest first year since Franklin Roosevelt's — might merit a leather chair. Maybe a credenza? A hutch?
(Excerpt) Read more at time.com ...
The End of TIME
Only a group thinking retarding “stuck on stupid” feels that it can actually “fight back” against the Inet. Thanks for the ROTFLMAO. Journalism’s perpetual militant cluelessness breaks through conventional kook performance art to define an entirely new form of entertainment in a class by itself.
They say that goose farming may make a comeback. You know, for the quill pens.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quill
A quill pen is a writing implement made from a flight feather (preferably a primary wing-feather) of a large bird. Quills were used for writing with ink before the invention of the dip pen, metal-nibbed pens, the fountain pen, and, eventually, the ballpoint pen. The hand-cut goose quill is still used as a calligraphy tool as it provides a sharp stroke, and more flexibility than does a steel pen. The shaft of the feather acts as an ink reservoir and ink flows to the tip via capillary action.
The strongest quills come from the primary flight feathers taken from living birds in the spring. The left wing is favored by the right-handed majority of writers because the feathers curve out to the right, away from the hand holding the pen. Goose feathers are most commonly used; scarcer, more expensive swan feathers are considered premium. Depending on availability and strength of the feather, as well as quality/characteristic of the line wanted by the writer, other feathers used for quill-pen making include feathers from the crow, eagle, owl, hawk, and turkey. Often the barbs are stripped off partially or completely to allow the writer to grip the shaft more securely.
http://thephoenix.com/BLOGS/notfornothing/archive/2008/12/17/belo-puts-projo-s-providence-real-estate-up-for-sale.aspx
Belo puts ProJo’s Providence real estate up for sale
To the surprise of precisely no one.
Time, time, time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities...
I was so hard to please...
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned...
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend!
That’s an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again...
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it’s the springtime of my life!
Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around, leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground...
Look around, leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground...
Look around, leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground.
Oh, veddy nize.
There’s this cheesy, cheesy thing on youtube - “What Time is It” - from High School Musical 2. I just can’t bring myself to fix up a link.
A real barfer, lol
Profile of TIME
Oh yeah! My favorite! I love the Time threads.
Time continues to ooze away into obscurity!
That is the actual title of the sculpture by Salvador Dali.
good grief wake me up from this nightmare
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