#mm

Fashion is neither moral or immoral, but it is for rebuilding the morale. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#chanel #creativity #designer #elegance #immorality

As part of humanity, each of us is called to develop and share the unique gifts we are given. ↗

— Mollie Marti

#life-design #mentorship #strength #design

The problem with ID, of course, is that it leaves open the possibility that the intelligence behind nature may have a moral interest in us, having communicated already with humanity in the past, and might try to boss you around in your private affairs. With hypothetical advanced aliens residing at a safely distant address in the hypothetical multiverse, that is - to the relief of folks like Gribbin, Dawkins and the New Scientist - manifestly not the case. ↗

— David Klinghoffer

#aliens #dawkins #extraterrestrials #id #intelligent-design

Once an object escapes, you have to assume that another class or thread may, maliciously or carelessly, misuse it. This is a compelling reason to use encapsulation: it makes it practical to analyze programs for correctness and harder to violate design constraints accidentally. ↗

— Brian Goetz

#java #programming #design

When we use these words and we talk about plants having a strategy to do this or wanting this or desiring this, we’re being metaphorical obviously. I mean, plants do not have consciousness. But, this is a fault of our own vocabulary. We don’t have a very good vocabulary to describe what others species do to us, because we think we’re the only species that really does anything. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#diet #green #health #nutrition #sustainability

Teammates...were fine things. Piling onto the bus before the game, edgy with shared nerves, egging one another on with the genial, meaningless phrase C'mon, you guys!, collapsing back into the same seats for the ride home—the sense of striving in accord had been a sweet part of high school. Possibly the sweetest. But the camaraderie had not survived graduation, or even the off-seasons. Her teammates, passing in the school corridors in winter or spring, were downshifted to nodding acquaintances who had once been close, that past connection floating off like cotton candy on the tongue. ↗

— Jean Hanff Korelitz

#high-school #teammates #friendship

Wedding was quiet and small, home they shared was soulless, their food bland. Sarla and her husband felt like guests in that home rather than family. They wondered what had happened to their son. ↗

— Shilpi Somaya Gowda

#parting #family

The day will come When my body no longer exists But in the lines of this poem I will never let you be alone The day will come When my voice is no longer heard But within the words of this poem I will continue to watch over you The day will come When my dreams are no longer known But in the spaces found in the letters of this poem I will never tired of looking for you ↗

— Sapardi Djoko Damono

#immortality #dreams

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #dreams

Seconds passed, then ... La Dorada skulked into view. She was half-mummified, but sodden. Gooey. Regin let out a low whistle. "The Mummy Returns meets Dingoes Ate My Face."-- --La Dorada swung her head around, peering at Regin with her one eye. "Okay. That's freaky. Lookit, Gollum, if you spring me, I'll help you find your precious. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole