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Android Hell is a real place.

9 November 1979
External Services:
  • ptocheia@livejournal.com
  • ptocheia AIM status
I post stuff! I attempt to be entertaining, or at least to present historical accuracy. There are occasional bursts of pictures as well.

And some shameless self promotion:

http://www.varoper.com - My professional site
http://www.tastyniblets.com - My food blog
http://www.ptocheia.net - The URL that holds my lj, also holds some randomness
http://www.salamiday.com - The official website for Salami Day, on Sept 7th
http://www.writaur.com - Dedicated to letting you make puzzles as well as solve them!

"All we are is dust in the wind, dude.


"The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that
won't let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away, but they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul. If you're frightened of dying and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. If you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels freeing you from the earth."

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.
- Hunter S. Thompson

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
-Frank Herbert, Dune

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

I find the question "Why are we here?' typically human. I suggest 'Are we here?' to be the more logical choice.

Many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.
-Obi Wan Kenobi

A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest--a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
-Albert Einstein

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-The Second Coming, W. B. Yeats