For anyone still listening: I’m still here
Anonymous: are you no one's type?
I’m sure I’m somebody’s type.
Anonymous: hi! I like your page
that a very sweet thing to say t someone who doesn’t post regularly
"And it made me understand: no matter what you do or make in life, it will be forgotten. And then people will just make it again and pretend that what you did never happened.
And, just as in any story about your cats, I realized that the subtext is: Cats are hilarious and I am dying, I am dying, I am dying.
From John Hodgman’s "Downton Abbey" With Cats
A Kiss To Build A Dream Onlive, Louis Armstrong
Lend me your chops for just a moment
and my imagination, will make that moment live
give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
These Arms of Mine, Otis Redding
"These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you”
Anonymous: what if your student found this page?
who knows, man
"See so in this way, by seeing that nothingness is the fundamental reality, and you see it’s your reality. Then how can anything contaminate you?
All the idea of your being scared, and put out, and worried, and so on, is just nothing, it’s a dream. Because you’re really nothing.
But this is most incredible nothing:
Nothingness is really like the nothingness of space, which contains the whole universe. All the sun and the stars, and the mountains and rivers, and the good men and the bad men, and the animals and the insects; the whole bit. All are contained in void. So out of this void comes everything.
And you are it.”
this is what I look like as an English professor