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Dances with Wolves (1990)
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John Dunbar: The strangeness of this life cannot be measured: in trying to produce my own death, I was elevated to the status of a living hero.
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The Time Machine (1960)
Well, and why not?
Don't just sit there!
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Dances with Wolves (1990)
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John Dunbar: [writing in his diary] If it wasn't for my companion, I believe I'd be having the time of my life.
http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/31.htm
Metamorphosis [ Star Trek: The Original Series ]
Stardate: Unknown
Original Airdate: Nov 10, 1967
COCHRANE: I already know.
KIRK: You wouldn't mind telling us?
COCHRANE: You won't like it.
KIRK: I already don't like it.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 09/28/07 10:03 PM
Seeing a new photo of her from the recent past produced something almost like a jolt of electricity through me.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 09/28/07 10:06 PM
And just leaves me with a crushing sense of loneliness.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 09/28/07 10:10 PM
(from 7/16/1963 to 5/3/2005) / 2 = 7/16/1963 to 6/8/1984
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Party Pictures 5/3/05 - "Madison Avenue: Where Fashion Meets Art" to Benefit the Whitney Museum; The New York premiere of Fighting Tommy Riley at the MGM screening room
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 28 September 2007 excerpt ends]
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Metamorphosis [ Star Trek: The Original Series ]
Stardate: Unknown
Original Airdate: Nov 10, 1967
MCCOY: You all right, Jim?
KIRK: Yeah.
MCCOY: Spock?
SPOCK: All right.
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Dances with Wolves (1990)
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John Dunbar: [voice-over] I had never really known who John Dunbar was. Perhaps because the name itself had no meaning. But as I heard my Sioux name being called over and over, I knew for the first time who I really was.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 11:45 PM Sunday, June 19, 2011
I stand there waiting for the multiple impacts and I laugh over my radio circuit about how similar that is to the year 2005
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 19 June 2011 excerpt ends]
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The Time Machine (Heinemann text)/Chapter V
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Chapter V.
The turf gave better counsel. I found a groove ripped in it, about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where, on arrival, I had struggled with the overturned machine. There were other signs of removal about, with queer narrow footprints like those I could imagine made by a sloth. This directed my closer attention to the pedestal. It was, as I think I have said, of bronze. It was not a mere block, but highly decorated with deep framed panels on either side. I went and rapped at these. The pedestal was hollow. Examining the panels with care I found them discontinuous with the frames. There were no handles or keyholes, but possibly the panels, if they were doors, as I supposed, opened from within. One thing was clear enough to my mind. It took no very great mental effort to infer that my Time Machine was inside that pedestal. But how it got there was a different problem.
'I saw the heads of two orange-clad people coming through the bushes and under some blossom-covered apple-trees towards me. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. They came, and then, pointing to the bronze pedestal, I tried to intimate my wish to open it. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly. I don't know how to convey their expression to you. Suppose you were to use a grossly improper gesture to a delicate-minded woman—it is how she would look. They went off as if they had received the last possible insult. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next, with exactly the same result. Somehow, his manner made me feel ashamed of myself. But, as you know, I wanted the Time Machine, and I tried him once more. As he turned off, like the others, my temper got the better of me. In three strides I was after him, had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck, and began dragging him towards the sphinx. Then I saw the horror and repugnance of his face, and all of a sudden I let him go.
'But I was not beaten yet. I banged with my fist at the bronze panels. I thought I heard something stir inside—to be explicit, I thought I heard a sound like a chuckle—but I must have been mistaken.
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The Time Machine (Heinemann text)/Chapter I
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Chapter I.
The war was still waging. Now in
the air with flying machines.
Then I realized the truth.
This was a new war.
I decided to push into time
and see the outcome of this.
My house was hit!
The flames shot up.
Instantly, my home was gone.
I was in the open air.
The years rolled by,
everything unfamiliar.
Except the smile of my
never-aging friend.
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The Time Machine (Heinemann text)/Chapter IV
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Chapter IV.
'Between the tables was scattered a great number of cushions. Upon these my conductors seated themselves, signing for me to do likewise. With a pretty absence of ceremony they began to eat the fruit with their hands, flinging peel and stalks, and so forth, into the round openings in the sides of the tables. I was not loath to follow their example, for I felt thirsty and hungry. As I did so I surveyed the hall at my leisure.
'And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look.
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The Time Machine (Heinemann text)/Chapter V
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Chapter V.
'I sat up in the freshness of the morning, trying to remember how I had got there, and why I had such a profound sense of desertion and despair. Then things came clear in my mind. With the plain, reasonable daylight, I could look my circumstances fairly in the face. I saw the wild folly of my frenzy overnight, and I could reason with myself. "Suppose the worst?" I said. "Suppose the machine altogether lost—perhaps destroyed? It behoves me to be calm and patient, to learn the way of the people, to get a clear idea of the method of my loss, and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end, perhaps, I may make another." That would be my only hope, perhaps, but better than despair. And, after all, it was a beautiful and curious world.
'But probably, the machine had only been taken away. Still, I must be calm and patient, find its hiding-place, and recover it by force or cunning. And with that I scrambled to my feet and looked about me, wondering where I could bathe. I felt weary, stiff, and travel-soiled. The freshness of the morning made me desire an equal freshness. I had exhausted my emotion. Indeed, as I went about my business, I found myself wondering at my intense excitement overnight. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. I wasted some time in futile questionings, conveyed, as well as I was able, to such of the little people as came by. They all failed to understand my gestures; some were simply stolid, some thought it was a jest and laughed at me. I had the hardest task in the world to keep my hands off their pretty laughing faces. It was a foolish impulse, but the devil begotten of fear and blind anger was ill curbed and still eager to take advantage of my perplexity.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thursday, April 6, 2006 2:25 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Sleep journal 4/6/06
Kerry Burgess wrote:
Details about my recent sleep are very fuzzy today. Can't remember for sure when I woke up. 3 am maybe. Or maybe shortly after midnight, can't really remember as I usually can. Remember dreaming something about driving my Jeep. Then I returned to it where it was parked in a parking lot after I was traveling through some passageways, hallways in a transit facility maybe. The only part I remember clearly is where a woman, I assume was my imaginary girlfriend asked me out for drinks or something. I told her we needed to keep it really casual though because all I had to wear was sweatpants. Kind of the downside to dating a homeless person I reflect now as I write this. She told me she would wear something with holes in it. I hope that was her in my dream, although the woman in the dream seemed to be someone unfamilar though. But I have noticed that happening with other people I know. They are represented, somehow, by a different person, but I think of them as someone specific. I feel like that is part of the manipulation. I have noticed something similar in real dreams, but I don't think it is the same here. I think they are disquising themselves in my dream for some reason. Anyway, if it really was her, she actually doesn't have to worry about dressing down if we were to go out. Of course, if I have my way, it would be a moot point because why would I want to go out with her when I am in such an ugly situation? At the minimum, I would want to be back to work so that I have regained some independence. And hey, next time you are in my dreams, dear imaginary girlfriend, how about wearing a bikini? Red would be good, or yellow maybe.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 06 April 2006 excerpt ends]
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 2:35 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Thursday 24 November 2016
