These lyrics by Stan Kesler and Charlie Feathers always remind me of passwords:
I forgot to remember to forget her,
I can’t seem to get her off my mind.
I thought I’d never miss her,
But I’ve found out somehow
I think about her almost all the time.
Well the day she went away
I made myself a promise
That I’d soon forget we’d ever met.
But something sure is wrong
‘cos I’m so blue and lonely:
I forgot to remember to forget.
Well the day she went away
I made myself a promise
That I’d soon forget we’d ever met.
But something sure is wrong
‘cos I’m so blue and lonely:
I forgot to remember to forget
I just found an amusing article. Anyone who has suffered through my ramblings about the dated format of literature should really appreciate this:
To howls of indignation from literary purists, a leading publishing house is slimming down some of the world’s greatest novels. Tolstoy, Dickens and Thackeray would not have agreed with the view that 40 percent of Anna Karenina, David Copperfield and Vanity Fair are mere “padding�, but Orion Books believes that modern readers will welcome the shorter versions.
I disagree with their method as they’re trying to solve the wrong problem, like strapping wheels and an engine to a horse to make it faster. But as I’ve said for years, I think we definitely are ready for a new “book” format.
On a related note, I find it fascinating that a publisher is trying to argue that they can compress a message without destroying the integrity. Something tells me their measurements might be a bit loose, if quantitative at all.
Is this an “only in Ohio” story? I think not. The lesson here seems to be that if you can recite versus from the bible, you get favorable treatment in America even if you were caught trying to use stolen credit cards:
When Eric Hine appeared in court this morning, his attorney described him as a church-goer, hoping the judge would set a low bond.
Hamilton County Municipal Court Judge John Burlew was skeptical and asked Hine to recite the 23rd Psalm.
He did: all six verses. Some in the courtroom applauded.
Did the judge read along to verify or did he also have the 23rd Psalm memorized? It’s not exactly the least well known passage:
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
I hear it might even stop a police officer from arresting a suspect. Wonder what the judge would have done if the alleged criminal was a devout Muslim. Or what about just a voracious reader of philosophy? Recite Descartes? Camus?
Yet another look at confidentiality and trust by George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron (1788-1824)
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever the years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder, thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk, chill on my brow–
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me–
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well..
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met–
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
Cleverly worded thoughts about the controls and countermeasures of his relationships.
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