# international day of happiness

"there are times in your life when, 

despite the steel weight of your memories 

and the sadness that seems to lie at your feet like a shadow, 

you suddenly and strangely feel perfectly okay."  

Brockmeier, K.

#3 why developers and designers have troubles with science...

scientist: we need to get some samples from the park for the soil invertebrates experience.
me: to catch some bugs?
scientist: yes, can you go there?
me: sure, but... why dont we use the try-catch statement?
scientist: where is that park?

me: ...
scientist: ...

it all boils down to trust 

“each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. 

So why, one could say, be afraid of death, 

when death comes all the time?”

•.•❤•.•

“I love you" he says.
"That means nothing from you. Have it you say: how? Will you marry me?"
"I'd love to"
"You'd love to do anything. What about your wife? What about the boy you already have?"
"I don't know"
"Will you divorce her? No, you love being married to her too....You love being married to everybody....What can you make up your mind what you want to do?"
"I can't...I don't know"
"How would you support me? How many wives can you support? Your jobs are a joke....You aren't worth hiring... may be once you could play basketball.... but you can't do anything now!!! What the hell do you think the world is?"
"please have the baby" he says "you got to have it"
"Why? why do you care?"
"I don't know.. I don't know any of these answers.. All I know is what feels right, You feel right to me.... Sometimes Janice used to, Sometimes nothing does”

•.•❤•.•

“we are cruel enough without meaning to be.”

Updike, J. (1932-2009)

{random poetry #78}

[ A Very Short Song ]

Once, when I was young and true,

Someone left me sad-

Broke my brittle heart in two;

And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,

Love is but a curse.

Once there was a heart I broke;

And that, I think, is worse. 

•.•❤•.•

[ Interview ]

The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,

Would shudder at a wicked word.

Their candle gives a single light;

They’d rather stay at home at night.

They do not keep awake till three,

Nor read erotic poetry.

They never sanction the impure,

Nor recognize an overture.

They shrink from powders and from paints ...

So far, I’ve had no complaints.

•.•❤•.•

In youth, it was a way I had,

To do my best to please.

And change, with every passing lad

To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know

And do the things I do,

And if you do not like me so,

To hell, my love, with you

•.•❤•.•

By the time you swear you’re his,

Shivering and sighing,

And he vows his passion is

Infinite, undying -

Lady, make a note of this:

One of you is lying

Parker, D.  (1893-1967)