Live quietly; leave a loud legacy.
Bury the dead; keep their stories alive.
Live in such a way that you leave behind an entertaining funeral.
Love helps heal life; ceremonies help mend death.
A funeral, a microphone, verbosity — it’s a modern repeat of Thermopylae.
Love your family; craft an inspiring funeral.
Treat your children in such a way that they don’t hate each other at your funeral.
Facelifts, implants and wigs don’t ward off death; they just make the corpses weirder.
Eulogies are all the good stuff, nothing bad; how odd when the only criteria to be invited is to know otherwise.
All it takes to ignite a vicious family funeral is for one wealthy member to die.
Funerals seem to draw a disproportionate number of folks who appear to have been already been buried.
Prevent disappointment; attempt nothing.
Realities disappoint; tenacities anoint.
Smelt love; discard the slag.
Expectation begets disappointment; it also births success.
To avoid being disappointed avoid being human.
Heal all disillusionments with hope — and hard work.
Expectation is a slope; disappointment is a wall.
Perfectionism dismays; gratitude hoorays.
For the dissatisfied it is prescribed — gaze outside.
Harm embitters, the hopeful future brightly glitters.
Disappointments are the by product of caring — so are deep relationships.
Software thrives on innovation — and thievery.
Software can’t fix a hard heart.
We are what we program.
Software is made out of math and smarts — and the arts.
1 and 0 make the world go.
Modern life is input, output, left foot, right foot.
Wiki’s not picky; it’s open and sticky.
Create amazing software; marry a visionary to an engineer.
When we digitalized symbols, we invented the future.
First we invented the imbecile, then we made it digital.
Find out what’s yet; hit on the net.
Click like a monkey; surf like a junkie.
Online is wine.
Prime time is online.
A good Internet is like a good life; it lies in a good story.
The blog saved the Web for the people.
Knowledge without access is like a search without an engine.
The web is up all eyes are down.
Astronomy expands the universe; the Internet shrinks it.
Free speech created the World Wide Web.
Buy using comparisons; sell using idiosyncrasies.
The comparison informs; the juxtaposition norms.
Individuate — similes and metaphors hate.
To categorize is drudgery, but fail and — discovery!
Compare, get bothered; unaware, get clobbered.
A category is an elephant gun; uniqueness lies in every baby elephant.
Every assessment compares — and dares.
Compare, stack it; contrast, hack it.
Hatch, catch; match, batch.
To compare may snare, but to be unaware — it’s a nightmare.
To compare is to care.
Decide; use what’s inside.
Blink, think; decide, and in that reside.
Raise irresponsible children; make all their decisions for them.
We cannot make other’s decisions; it is quite enough just to make our own.
There are decisions, then there are the great, dizzying forces of weather, war and whining.
Every decision births risk, cradles reactions and nurtures rejections.
What we don’t choose we lose.
Every nap passes time; every pause invites consequences.
We leave one passion only to arrive at the door of another.
The future is perfectly clear; it’s this or that, bumpy or flat.
Meetings shape reality; a lack of meetings and reality shapes us.
A car needs a driver; a meeting needs a little kaiser.
Poor proposals; messy meetings.
Invite the conflict; save the organization.
Poor meetings cause stress; stress causes more meetings.
What dies in a meeting lives on in a heart.
Organizations are dominated by calendars; scheduled — held.
What isn’t shouted at the meeting will be whispered in the ear.
Decrees hide in discussions, depotism in votes.
The group completes the individual.
The agenda isn’t in the email, it’s within each person at the meeting.
We hold fairs to remind us of who we are.
Fairs exist to give out ribbons — and take up cash.
At the fair pigs are named after politicians; this is demeaning to the pigs.
Blue ribbons define fairs — and ordinariness.
The craftsman and the novice both appear at the fair; they alone know that they are the same person.
The lama shaved at the fair is not diminished, neither is the world when divested of superiority.
The fine woodwork at the fair and a person turned from harmful ways — no price tag, inestimable value.
Young girls take their baby goats to the fair, so the world retains some innocence.
Hawksters require gawksters.
Fairs are for eating fun food — deep fried coffee, baked ice cream.
Fairs were created to bore animals, excite children and tire adults.
Anonymity installs humility.
Do what will make you famous with the desire to remain obscure.
It is good to aspire to renown — better not to be found.
Anonymity offers us the option of cultivating only one soul.
Lovelies hide; God only knows what they will do with you.
Anonymity — the gift of divinity.
Shopping alone is among the great privileges.
Celebrity a vamp; anonymity a rant.
Anonymity fuels creativity.
Anonymity — it’s the soul virginity.
Fame is unnerving; obscurity is completely so.
Wage war, using peace.
Tranquility — it lacketh durability.
Let inner violence cease, then peace.
Peace — it’s an interpretation of life’s war.
To ensure people’s safety, make peace with yourself.
Those who war will rest in peace.
Peace isn’t things being okay; it’s being okay with things.
There is no peace in killing, only in being killed.
To achieve peace, subdue the Napoleon within.
Hang in there, then climb the noose.
Perseverance is a choice offered by a disaster.
Some whine, some recline — some dine on the malign.
Moxie is epoxy; during difficulty it glues us together.
It’s guts or go nuts.
Pluck breeds luck; quitting totally ruins your odds.
Perseverance is periscopic; it sees around corners.
Grit is an abrasive; it can grind down difficulty.
On the other side of the canal of root is a delicious restaurant.
There is a time for everything, a time for nerve and a time to swerve.
Bawl your eyes out; stick them back in.
When records can’t be found invent fires, improvise floods.
Nothing ruins an exciting search like a good data base.
Rewrite your past; hire an archivist.
Build archives; share loot.
Digitize, digitize; save the truth, preserve some lies
What’s done is done unless the archivist is your friend.
Archival is a type of survival; decontribution is a form of suicide.
Obfuscate the past, confuse the present, ensure the future — promote research.
Deaccession all scrapbook transgression.
A society separated from its records has no access to justice.
The trash can is a file, the dumpster is a folder; the dump is a data base.
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