Hey! Thought I'd take a look through my quotations file for you. I'm not so good with finding who said stuff, so if anyone recognises these, great.
- "Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It is about learning how to dance in the rain"
- "Blessed are the cracked, for it is they who let in the light."
- "He who never made a mistake never made a discovery" (Samuel Smiles)
- "Fate favours the fearless."
- "'Tis better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money."
And a couple more tongue-in-cheek ones:
- "Always forgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them quite so much."
- "Don't worry about the world coming to an end tomorrow - it's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Monroe Schulz)
- "I believe in getting into hot water. It keeps you clean." (G.K. Chesterton)
Hope that helps
Also, hello, fellow student of ANU!
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Hey! Thought I'd take a look through my quotations file for you. I'm not so good with finding who said stuff, so if anyone recognises these, great.
- "Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It is about learning how to dance in the rain"
- "Blessed are the cracked, for it is they who let in the light."
- "He who never made a mistake never made a discovery" (Samuel Smiles)
- "Fate favours the fearless."
- "'Tis better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money."
And a couple more tongue-in-cheek ones:
- "Always forgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them quite so much."
- "Don't worry about the world coming to an end tomorrow - it's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Monroe Schulz)
- "I believe in getting into hot water. It keeps you clean." (G.K. Chesterton)
Hope that helps
These are now all in The Box.
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Also, hello, fellow student of ANU!
Sup bro! You wouldn't happen to have a camera, would you?
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"There may be no good reason for things to be the way they are."
I sat down to write this hoping I could inspire you. You know, nothing major. Just a little bit of encouragement to keep chasing the dreams you might feel burned out on. I tried to make it perfect, poignant. Something that would stick with you for a long time. Maybe you'd find yourself quoting me to someone else, I'm not sure.
But you know something? I sat down to write you this five hours ago as of this sentence. And I am not even a little bit closer to figuring out that perfect line. So I decided to tell you this story, instead. Because what's important isn't that we ace the thing we set out to do or even succeed, but that we don't hold ourselves back for fear of failure. We're allowed to fail. I guess that's your fortune cookie line for the next time you're doing something new or scary. You are allowed to fail. Because you'll always have another chance to learn and try again. Good luck out there!
-- Phoebe
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I know the answer's waiting somewhere, as it was once long ago
Do you wait to cross the river from the shores of shallow tide?
And what will happen to your phantom if you reach the other side?
...Hear me crying...
Avatar by Kairaven.
I sat down to write this hoping I could inspire you. You know, nothing major. Just a little bit of encouragement to keep chasing the dreams you might feel burned out on. I tried to make it perfect, poignant. Something that would stick with you for a long time. Maybe you'd find yourself quoting me to someone else, I'm not sure.
But you know something? I sat down to write you this five hours ago as of this sentence. And I am not even a little bit closer to figuring out that perfect line. So I decided to tell you this story, instead. Because what's important isn't that we ace the thing we set out to do or even succeed, but that we don't hold ourselves back for fear of failure. We're allowed to fail. I guess that's your fortune cookie line for the next time you're doing something new or scary. You are allowed to fail. Because you'll always have another chance to learn and try again. Good luck out there!
-- Phoebe
D'awwwwww
UPDATE 3:
Camera has been located, muffins have been clarified, poster and security clearance are priorities for the day. Everything is on track a Friday Derp!
Box is coming along nicely; I'm down to the last 3 of my original notecards! I've still got plenty of room for more if anyone has anything uplifting they want to say.
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"There may be no good reason for things to be the way they are."
I've been OK'd by ANU security! I will have to get legal releases from everyone I film, but an extra layer of bookkeeping isn't a huge issue. I've also spoken to the baker and got a decent price for muffins. The only thing left on the schedule is to get the poster printed.
Here's the super formal paper trail email I sent to security:
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My name is Daniel. I intend to distribute free muffins on either Friday 18th or Monday 21st. The outline for this plan is:
- I will purchase 40-50 muffins from a local bakery, as well as gummi worms, and offer them at no cost to passerby.
- I will ask people to sing, speak or dance along to a brief song, which will be recorded on a digital camera. The collected video will be edited and posted on YouTube
- I will ask every person filmed to sign a legal release with their name, contact details and signature for their image to be posted online.
- I intend to set up in Union Court between 9-10 and run the event until I am out of muffins.
- There are no commercial, political or ideological motivations behind this. I am genuinely operating off the philosophy that the world is a wonderful place where people do amazing things all the time for no reason.
One minor question: I may also provide bubble blowing. Are there any problems with bubbles?
Is there anything else I should be aware of?
- Daniel
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"There may be no good reason for things to be the way they are."
Heh, looks like I got here a bit late to offer my camera Ah, well.
I'll probably come up on Friday, to watch, if nothing else
The world is given to flights of whimsy, so if this camera thing falls through I'll try to get in touch. Plan for tomorrow is to grab it off the friend and practice with it until I've got it down.
And bring your singing voice I'll be the guy in the black cowboy hat with the free muffins sign.
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"There may be no good reason for things to be the way they are."
Hello.
We probably haven't met before, so let me introduce myself. I'm somebody who decided to spread a little happiness around today, and I have a favor to ask of you. I'd like you to spread a little happiness, too. You don't have to do anything special- just say hello to a person you would otherwise pass by. Hold the door for someone. Smile a little more. It might not feel like much, but it could make somebody's bad day that much better. And, who knows, it might make you feel better too.
I hope you have a great day.
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Hello.
We probably haven't met before, so let me introduce myself. I'm somebody who decided to spread a little happiness around today, and I have a favor to ask of you. I'd like you to spread a little happiness, too. You don't have to do anything special- just say hello to a person you would otherwise pass by. Hold the door for someone. Smile a little more. It might not feel like much, but it could make somebody's bad day that much better. And, who knows, it might make you feel better too.
I hope you have a great day.
This is the second last piece of my original note pile.
This is the last:
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A few days ago, I asked a bunch of strangers for help with a crazy project to distribute free muffins for no reason. The response I got was amazing. One person I'd never met offered to loan me a camera, another offered to help with video editing, one designed a sign for me, and another gave me twenty dollars to spend on additional muffins. And a huge number of other people offered support, encouragement and beautiful and inspirational quotes.
People are amazing. They're just waiting for a chance to help. Give them an opportunity. Put yourself out there and ask for help. You'll be amazed by the result.
- Daniel
Thank you all.
(Still send quotes - the box isn't full - I just need to buy more cards)
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"There may be no good reason for things to be the way they are."
Why not print it yourself over two sheets of A4 and stick them together on a cardboard backing to make it A3?
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For when you get new cards, some poetry from various sources:
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Sunset. Light dwindles over crumbling concrete.
A flicker. Once. Twice.
Too old lamp posts stretch shadows to cover
The path. I shiver;
A cold wind funnels in between cramped buildings.
They loom. I cower.
I step. Footfalls echoing for miles, searching for another but
Nothing. No one.
And here, along this path
Stretching through some town
I don’t know where it goes
I walk and I am frightened
I stare into the fading sunset
I’m startled when you grab my hand.
It’s warm. I look. You laugh,
And point from useless lamps to the sky.
“You can see the stars.”
The last rays of twilight dance across brick buildings.
-Phoebe Kalinowski, "Evening Walk"
Warning: Very long The following might not be appropriate for the format, but I feel the overall message of the piece fits strongly with what you're doing and is something that ought to be conveyed. Plus I don't feel comfortable abridging something like this since it doesn't really pare down into a quick quotable line, but here it is anyway:
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One morning toward the end of twenty years
of marriage he awakens before she does
and watches her beside him, her back to him,
the covers pulled up tight and clutched in both hands,
her eyes tense, everything about her stiffened
even in dream against him, sealed away.
Unusual for him to wake before her.
Most mornings he's lulled from sleep in the half dark
by the low murmuring rivulet of words
the yoga teacher on the video
is speaking, and by the music that isn't music
so much as birdsong on the verge of music,
or music birdsong, or some dreamy confluence
of one into the other, and she is there
in the TV's soft light, at the foot of the bed,
in pajama bottoms and a skimpy tank top,
her lovely body that he hasn't touched
in how long now? five months maybe? longer? the body
he knows he'll never touch again right there
before him, there to be looked at without her knowing,
being moved, it seems, yes, carried, drifted from pose
to pose by the whispery currents of the teacher's
urging -- the Warrior, the Dog, the Dolphin,
and then the two he always waits for, the Cobra
that has her hips flat on the floor, arms pushing
up slowly, straightening while the back arches,
keeps arching till the breasts push out against
the tank top and the nipple show, and then
the one the Cobra mutates into, hands reaching
back behind her, holding her feet and pulling,
pulling her body up into the Bow
he almost thinks invisible hands are holding,
the expert fingers pulling the string back farther,
the unseen arrow poised, aimed, ready to fly --
Something in the undeniable failure
of who they are and have become together
allows him now, this morning, here at least,
if nowhere else, to think of what he did
or might have done to drive her off. Oh, he knows
he has his reasons for his anger, he is never
at a loss for reasons for his anger:
his sister's death, and then his brother's, and he
the youngest child, the baby, the last one you'd
expect to carry out the task, as in the old tale,
suddenly become the good brother,
the steadfast brother, there by the bedside,
right through their illness to their final breath,
the care itself the opposite of skill,
the kind of thing you do less well the more
you do it, and while he did it, needing her,
his wife, to somehow make it better, make
it all right, somebody for god's sake please
take care of the caretaker.
In the midst
of these calamities, how often would
he tell himself all bets are off? This is his time
to slam doors and belittle and still be loved,
never to have to bother with her terrors,
her needs. his time for once. Just his alone.
How could she stand it, really? What did she feel,
seeing him each day make his airtight case
against the world, proving again all through
his brother's dying what he had proved in
no uncertain terms throughout his sister's,
that there was never enough that anyone
could do for him, especially his wife?
Hadn't he proved this, so he could hate her for it?
One night not long ago, the children asleep,
they got to arguing over something, he can't
remember what, she was trying to explain
something to him, defend herself against
some accusation in his tone, which he
denied was there, and she insisted she heard,
when all at once he stood and grabbed a chair
and slammed it down and shattered it to pieces.
She was terrified, and he apologized,
then wanted to make love, it had been so long,
and she said, How can I touch you when you're like this?
And he snapped back, Well, maybe if you did
touch me I wouldn't be like this.
Sometimes
he almost thinks he's willed these losses, wooed them,
that they were sent to him as answered prayers.
No selfishness, no self-absorption, no
amount of treachery could ever sate
his appetite to be betrayed, neglected,
shunted aside, so he could feel himself
the righteously aggrieved, abandoned husband.
Wouldn't it be beyond his wildest dreams
if she were really having an affair,
as he accused her of having almost daily?
Who is it? Just tell me who it is. Is it
the yoga teacher, the chiropractor? Who?
How could she stand it except by pulling back
in self-protection and in doing so
play right into his hands and make him feel
so innocent, so noble, so deserving?
One night, a few weeks back, their anger spent,
exhausted into a rare intimacy,
an almost elegiac closeness, as if
they were remembering themselves like this,
being a couple, lovers, talking in bed,
she was telling him about this vision
she'd had while doing yoga, of this white light,
this warm miraculous white light that filled her
with inexplicable well-being. The vision
was all her own, it seemed, and no one's. Deep
within the self and yet completely separate.
A vision, she said, of being beyond the self,
even beyond life. Imperturbable,
Immovable. Eternal. Perfect and whole.
He notices how tightly his own hands now
are twisted in the sheets. He unshackles them.
As he slips from the bed, she stretches out,
relaxing now into untroubled sleep.
At the foot of the bed, he sees her yoga mat,
a darker shadow in the dark room.
And beyond the mat he sees the dormer window
where a few stars still quiver in the black sky.
Those stars will have already disappeared,
fading as the dawn sky brightens when
she herself lies down on the mat, on her stomach,
her back arching so slowly up into
the Cobra that it will look as if it's being
formed not by the pushing of her arms
but by some higher power, drawing her up.
That power will hold her in that pose a moment,
neck thrown back, her lovely neck, her face
looking straight up at the ceiling, before
it eases her back down, and with her forehead
on the floor, knees bent, hands behind her,
gripping her feet, it gently pulls her up
into the Bow.
What is it like to be held
that way, to hold yourself, so poised, so still?
As if you could be all one thing, complete,
enclosed.
Didn't someone say somewhere
that everything can be divided into
smaller and smaller pieces, that there is no
end to division, that infinity
extends down to the infinitely small
as well as up to the infinitely large?
So if you shot an arrow it would never
reach its target, since the distance could
be halved, and halved, and halved, ad infinitum?
He stands on the mat. Slowly, as if it were
a pose that she herself might do, as if
he too were being moved by something, he
turns sideways, toward the window, his gaze fixed
on a single star whose faint light makes the black
sky all around it even blacker; he raises
his arms until his right's extended straight
out toward the star, his left bent at the elbow,
two fingers pulling the string back farther and farther,
aiming into the darkness till he lets it go.
- Alan Shapiro, 'Anger'
And then in a totally opposite frame of mind:
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If you're reading this, chances are you've got a muffin. So smile! Today is going to be the best day ever.
I think I'm done. <.<
edit: whoops, forgot to mention. I like your shoes.
__________________ Flowers blanket all the countryside like freshly fallen snow
I know the answer's waiting somewhere, as it was once long ago
Do you wait to cross the river from the shores of shallow tide?
And what will happen to your phantom if you reach the other side?
...Hear me crying...
Avatar by Kairaven.
Sweet I'll see you Friday! I'll bring my camera just in case and hope my throat gets better for the singing voice.
Onwards and upwards, my friend!
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Originally Posted by PhoeKun
For when you get new cards, some poetry from various sources:
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Sunset. Light dwindles over crumbling concrete.
A flicker. Once. Twice.
Too old lamp posts stretch shadows to cover
The path. I shiver;
A cold wind funnels in between cramped buildings.
They loom. I cower.
I step. Footfalls echoing for miles, searching for another but
Nothing. No one.
And here, along this path
Stretching through some town
I don’t know where it goes
I walk and I am frightened
I stare into the fading sunset
I’m startled when you grab my hand.
It’s warm. I look. You laugh,
And point from useless lamps to the sky.
“You can see the stars.”
The last rays of twilight dance across brick buildings.
-Phoebe Kalinowski, "Evening Walk"
Enchanting
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Warning: Very long The following might not be appropriate for the format, but I feel the overall message of the piece fits strongly with what you're doing and is something that ought to be conveyed. Plus I don't feel comfortable abridging something like this since it doesn't really pare down into a quick quotable line, but here it is anyway:
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*Snip*
Okay, I'm not going to be able to fit that on my puny palm cards, but it was fantastic so I'll keep it for digital bronies.
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And then in a totally opposite frame of mind:
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If you're reading this, chances are you've got a muffin. So smile! Today is going to be the best day ever.
I think I'm done. <.<
Awesome Thank you very much.
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edit: whoops, forgot to mention. I like your shoes.
Thanks! My Dr. Whoof shoes are still in the mail, unfortunately.
Neon green is in.
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This was the greatest success I could possibly have imagined. Every muffin was gone by 12 noon after setting up at 9, and aside from a brief moment were we lost our table - the darkest point of Derpy Day - everything went like a dream. We got some absolutely fantastic reads, we got some people dancing, and most importantly, we made a lot of people happy.
This was the best read of the lot, though there were a *lot* of good reads. This man is basically the best teacher ever.
Thank you all. I'll keep you posted as the rest come.
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"There may be no good reason for things to be the way they are."
This was the greatest success I could possibly have imagined. Every muffin was gone by 12 noon after setting up at 9, and aside from a brief moment were we lost our table - the darkest point of Derpy Day - everything went like a dream. We got some absolutely fantastic reads, we got some people dancing, and most importantly, we made a lot of people happy.
This was the best read of the lot, though there were a *lot* of good reads. This man is basically the best teacher ever.
Thank you all. I'll keep you posted as the rest come.
I am not sure what you want for the mix video, if that's still the plan. I'll be checking this board tomorrow, hopefully, and be signed onto messenger. ninjafanpire@hotmail.com <---Not for E-Mailing
I am not sure what you want for the mix video, if that's still the plan. I'll be checking this board tomorrow, hopefully, and be signed onto messenger. ninjafanpire@hotmail.com <---Not for E-Mailing
No idea! Basically now that the raw footage is online I'd kind of like to see people who know what they're doing do something with it
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