Ahhh. I remember reading these books. I remember this particular story of some teacher or janitor who had a third ear that could listen to thoughts. Well, this person (I can’t remember the gender) decided to listen to the thoughts of an infant and it was all incomprensible. However, the listener did hear/feel an overwhelmingly sense of pure love and trust from this baby. I must have been in like third grade. I’m not sure why but this has stayed with me and it’s how I’ve viewed infants since. I mean, it makes sense, right?
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Depression
Quitting Prozac may have been the best decision I’ve made in a long while. I suddenly feel more awake and fresh throughout the day. Maybe now I can achieve the level of productiveness that I had always strived for. My addiction to sleep continuously got in the way. I know that insomnia is a horrible problem, a woman I work with suffers from it but over sleeping is such a problem as well. However, a much less recognized one. I’m still on Wellbutrin and feel better than ever.
Andrei Tarkovsky and Robert Bresson share Best Director honors at the 1983 Cannes Film Festival.
My loves <3 They deserved it!
The History of Cannes’ Swagger-Filled Fashion | Esquire
Pictured: Michael Caine promoting Alfie.
I wish I could be at Cannes right now! Someday…
Scholarship Galore
I have a lot of scholarships to fill out this summer. If I could snag just $1,000, I’d be happy. Too bad these things are so damn competitive and I qualify for very few. I’m currently writing a prose piece for this essay prompt:
Subject Choice #1
“Please write an essay about how Rhio’s story inspires you and what you would do if you faced the same challenges that he faced. What steps would you take if you were given a dire cancer prognosis? How would you conduct your research and make an informed decision when choosing a treatment? Would you look beyond chemo, radiation and surgery if they had little to offer? What resources would you use to make an informed decision – friends, teachers, clinicians, researchers, other patients, libraries, etc?”
It doesn’t specify what format of writing they’re looking for, so I thought something narrative oriented would be more interesting than me simply telling what I would do. It’s due on the 25th.
What a boring update. -__-
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Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”
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How lovely. A true hero. It’s sad that I’ve first heard about him on his death day. I’m sure he will be missed by many…](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m44hk3hZjO1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)
Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”
How lovely. A true hero. It’s sad that I’ve first heard about him on his death day. I’m sure he will be missed by many…
