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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Death, Taxes &amp; All The Uncertainties Inbetween</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @deathtaxes)</generator><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"The thing that is most hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once..."</title><description>“The thing that is most hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most wind up in parentheses.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;John Irving, &lt;em&gt;The Cider House Rules&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://larmoyante.com/" target="_blank"&gt;larmoyante&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/50349488073</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/50349488073</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 12:48:26 -0400</pubDate><category>regret</category><category>memories</category><category>love</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>time heals</category><category>love lost</category></item><item><title>Don’t you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/fcecf2c4b5a435ff602f588d2dcd3a54/tumblr_mmqxaxIC2l1qza2dmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don’t you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/50349432906</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/50349432906</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 12:47:21 -0400</pubDate><category>hope</category><category>regret</category></item><item><title>Hyperbole and a Half On Depression</title><description>&lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hyperbole and a Half On Depression&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Hits a bit close to home.  Totally didn’t realize what I was dealing with&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or why I was (or wasn’t) feeling what I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; until this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/50201631863</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/50201631863</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 18:42:00 -0400</pubDate><category>depression</category></item><item><title>"After months of sadness and wishing, it came true. My love came back to me. Sure, her mannerisms..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;After months of sadness and wishing, it came true. My love came back to me. Sure, her mannerisms aren’t the same; her hair’s a different colour; and I call her by a different name. But it’s back.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We take the same walks through country paths in the rain and the sun. I tell her those same stories of my past and future, and she nods and laughs – just like the first time. But it’s not the first time. My first time is gone.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My love is back now though. And every now and then, I see a glimpse of my first in her. It reminds me of how I will see, so vividly, the colour orange whilst chomping upon a Terry’s chocolate treat; a sort of homage to that sad citrus fruit with whom I experienced it first.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, my message to all of you is this: do not become hung up on ‘the one’. Chase the feeling. There exists the potential in a billion souls. Do not be afraid to ignite that fire once again. Let it engulf your world. Let it envelope your senses. And when that last flickering flame turns on itself in anguish, don’t ever let yourself believe it’s been forever extinguished.&lt;/p&gt;”</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/49780427549</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/49780427549</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 12:15:00 -0400</pubDate><category>love</category><category>hope</category><category>break up</category><category>relationship</category></item><item><title>The Diameter of a Bomb</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; with four dead and eleven wounded.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; And around these, in a larger circle&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; of pain and time, two hospitals are scattered&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; and one graveyard. But the young woman&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; who was buried in the city she came from,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; at a distance of more than a hundred kilometers,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; enlarges the circle considerably,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; and the solitary man mourning her death&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; at the distant shores of a country far across the sea&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; includes the entire world in the circle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; And I won’t even mention the crying of orphans&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; that reaches up to the throne of God and&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; beyond, making&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; a circle with no end and no God.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/48108693380</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/48108693380</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2013 03:37:10 -0400</pubDate><category>boston marathon bombing</category><category>4/15/2013</category><category>boston marathon explosion</category><category>yehuda amichai</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category></item><item><title>priskamusik:

Love doesn’t always turn out the way you expect it...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IHOY9fS4mB0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.priskamusik.com/post/46952899908/love-doesnt-always-turn-out-the-way-you-expect-it" target="_blank"&gt;priskamusik&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love doesn’t always turn out the way you expect it to. Even beautiful moments can turn sour in an instant. I was so moved by the difficult and subtle truth this song is trying to express I had to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy my one-take, live cover of Tegan &amp; Sara’s “I Was a Fool”. We shot it outdoors in Culver City and even though it was freezing and I was the genius who wore shorts, it really was an intimate and tender session and I’m so happy to share it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acoustic Guitar:&lt;/strong&gt; Elliot Kim&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More info: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/priskamusik" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/priskamusik" target="_blank"&gt;http://facebook.com/priskamusik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/heresthelove" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/heresthelove" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitter.com/heresthelove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/priskamusik" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/priskamusik" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/priskamusik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download MP3 for “I Was a Fool (Live One Take)”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/heresthelove/i-was-a-fool-live-one-take" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/heresthelove/i-was-a-fool-live-one-take" target="_blank"&gt;https://soundcloud.com/heresthelove/i-was-a-fool-live-one-take&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video produced by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naofumi Kudo&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sound recorded by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rickey Lumpkin II&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Thanks: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eberth Martinez&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46983847662</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46983847662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:17:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Punishment for rape in Ancient Rome: Rapist's gonads were crushed between two stones.&#13;</title><description>Punishment for rape in Ancient Rome: Rapist's gonads were crushed between two stones.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Punishment for rape in America in 2013: 1-2 years of jail and victim-blaming, rapist-sympathetic media coverage.</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46983511223</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46983511223</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:14:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_TBd-UCwVAY?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46492641995</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46492641995</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2013 03:37:17 -0400</pubDate><category>marriage</category><category>same sex marriage</category><category>gay marriage</category><category>lgbt</category><category>lgbtq</category><category>equality</category></item><item><title>“There’s a thing in life where you have to come to terms with...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WNfvuJr9164?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There’s a thing in life where you have to come to terms with dyin’. Well, I haven’t come to terms with dyin’ yet. I want to come to terms with being sure that you understand that my love for you up to this point was as much as it could be and it’ll be as much as it could be for eternity.” -Danny Perasa, on his deathbed, to his wife Annie Perasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46409482137</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46409482137</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 04:32:30 -0400</pubDate><category>love</category><category>death</category><category>Danny and Annie Perasa</category><category>StoryCorp</category><category>NPR</category><category>soul mates</category><category>best friend</category></item><item><title>Meet London - a Shiba Inu/Shetland Sheepdog mix - the smartest...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/441ef1e4857ff38207ea8d94c294568d/tumblr_mkaob77Qr21qza2dmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/832218368d6c75af8bd33e0082bac601/tumblr_mkaob77Qr21qza2dmo2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/80a959d055672757003769e9651952ae/tumblr_mkaob77Qr21qza2dmo3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3171bf4cbd9f087c8a5615685558fb73/tumblr_mkaob77Qr21qza2dmo4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet London - a Shiba Inu/Shetland Sheepdog mix - the smartest dog ever!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I got him when he was 9 weeks and 2 days old.  He got potty trained in 4 days!  He learned how to brush his teeth in 3 days!  He has no problem taking a bath.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We’re working on his learning his name and following me now.  But he should be a really quick learner.  He’s such a cutie too.  And bitches, he’s single ;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46382631382</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46382631382</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 21:04:19 -0400</pubDate><category>shiba inu</category><category>shetland sheepdog</category><category>sheltie</category><category>puppy</category><category>dog</category><category>aww</category></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;Wow&amp;#8230; you guys should just get married.&amp;#8221;
I said the following in response to two...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Wow&amp;#8230; you guys should just get married.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I said the following in response to two friends who were bickering about something stupid and one of them immediately responded, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Isn&amp;#8217;t it sad that we associate marriage with bickering?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not sure how I feel about that just yet.  I definitely see his point, but there&amp;#8217;s also strength in a relationship that isn&amp;#8217;t stressed by bickering and there&amp;#8217;s value in being able to be brazenly honest.  I don&amp;#8217;t think it&amp;#8217;s as simple as he&amp;#8217;s making it out to be.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But last night another friend did say that &amp;#8220;life is a power struggle and you never want to show someone that they have all the power.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the heat of the moment, I agreed.  But after thinking about it, this is actually one of the points I mentioned in a previous post:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;#20. Don&amp;#8217;t fear being hurt. &lt;a href="http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061454281/a-few-simple-and-not-so-simple-things" target="_blank"&gt;http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061454281/a-few-simple-and-not-so-simple-things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We should stop viewing interactions as a vie for power, because it&amp;#8217;s a mindset that deals pain as an alternative to being hurt.  It causes a depression in the social space - pushing someone down as opposed to lifting someone up, which I&amp;#8217;ll call an impression - and places unnecessary pressure on those nearby.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Scott Simpson, of the blog YourMonkeyCalled.com, recently wrote a piece titled &amp;#8220;&lt;a href="http://yourmonkeycalled.com/post/44174487350/you-are-boring" target="_blank"&gt;You Are Boring&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#8221;  In it, he recalls every conversation he&amp;#8217;s ever heard between two people:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stranger #1: Thing about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stranger #2: Thing about my life that is somewhat related to what you just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stranger #1: Thing about my life that is somewhat related to what you just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stranger#2: Thing about my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why are we only interested in ourselves?  And not in a good way where we&amp;#8217;re introspective, but in a puffed up way where we want to pat ourselves on the back and have others give us kudos for the insignificant things in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why don&amp;#8217;t we ask more questions?  Be more inquisitive?  Find out the why and how of things instead of the what?  Why not lift others up instead of putting them down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think this approach can also apply to the entrepreneurial landscape.  I&amp;#8217;ve recently been reading the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Ocean-Strategy-Uncontested-Competition/dp/1596590688" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Ocean Strategy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It talks about the diminishing returns of fighting in established markets (&lt;em&gt;red oceans&lt;/em&gt;, made bloody by excessive competition) and encourages entrepreneurs to create new markets (&lt;em&gt;blue oceans&lt;/em&gt;, free of limitations).&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When companies fight ignorantly over existing markets, they make miniscule changes, add insignificant benefits to the consumer, and take on heavy burdens of extra cost.  PT Barnum &amp;amp; Bailey and Wringling Brothers died because they focused on featuring stars (which no one cared about), marketed based on a 3-ring venue (which increased the number of performers needed with other cost implications), and their high concession costs discouraged audiences from making purchases and made them feel taken advantage of.  Whereas Cirque du Soleil offered new benefits such as a story line, intellectual richness, artistic music and dance, and multiple productions.  &lt;span&gt;Apple under Steve Jobs was constantly innovating the consumer space.  Steve thought intensely about how people interacted with electronics and always looked to improve that, and because he built products that enhanced people&amp;#8217;s lives rather than competing for market space, he ended up building a beautiful company that is still loved by billions of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s a vast difference between helping someone because you want power vs helping someone and inadvertently receiving respect.  The ends don&amp;#8217;t justify the means.  Coincidentally I also touched on this point in a previous post:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;#21. Don’t chase love, affection, or attention.  Those should be freely given.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061454281/a-few-simple-and-not-so-simple-things" target="_blank"&gt;http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061454281/a-few-simple-and-not-so-simple-things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s learn to love ourselves so we don&amp;#8217;t have to bully other people into doing so.  &lt;/span&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s learn to live harmoniously.  Let&amp;#8217;s learn to build each other up.  Let&amp;#8217;s love.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46342412169</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46342412169</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 12:10:00 -0400</pubDate><category>love</category><category>business</category><category>life</category><category>power</category><category>power struggle</category><category>blue ocean strategy</category><category>marriage</category></item><item><title>"Be with me,
not because I am kind
but because the taste of kindness is sweeter when we are..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Be with me,&lt;br/&gt;
not because I am kind&lt;br/&gt;
but because the taste of kindness is sweeter when we are entangled.&lt;br/&gt;
Be with me,&lt;br/&gt;
not because I am pleasant&lt;br/&gt;
but because all pleasantries aside, we are known by each other.&lt;br/&gt;
Be with me,&lt;br/&gt;
not because I amuse&lt;br/&gt;
but because things are less amusing when we are apart. &lt;br/&gt;
Be with me,&lt;br/&gt;
not because I am bold&lt;br/&gt;
but because the boldness of your character has found its match in mine.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is a call for mercy&lt;br/&gt;
so that my poor heart can rest in peace,&lt;br/&gt;
rest in a peace that excludes death.&lt;br/&gt;
For we are not a stillness&lt;br/&gt;
But a wave cresting,&lt;br/&gt;
growing, expanding;&lt;br/&gt;
gaining momentum with every forward movement.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Be with me&lt;br/&gt;
not because you are able&lt;br/&gt;
but because you are unable&lt;br/&gt;
unwilling&lt;br/&gt;
unwanting&lt;br/&gt;
not to.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anon - Notes to a Fellow Wanderer&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46288814433</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46288814433</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Mar 2013 19:09:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>journhi:

Little toy cars in the pavement :) (Taken with...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6nuw941xY1qe80klo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;journhi:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Little toy cars in the pavement :) (Taken with Instagram)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Capture the present; before you know it, it’ll be the past.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46102881458</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46102881458</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 10:36:16 -0400</pubDate><category>past</category><category>present</category><category>future</category><category>childhood</category><category>innocence</category><category>purity</category><category>beauty</category></item><item><title>"Your body is white like sand
in which children never played

your eyes beautiful and sad
like..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Your body is white like sand&lt;br/&gt;
in which children never played&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;your eyes beautiful and sad&lt;br/&gt;
like illustrated flowers in a schoolbook&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;wisps of your hair fall&lt;br/&gt;
like smoke from Cain’s sacrifice;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I must kill my brother&lt;br/&gt;
my brother must kill me.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Yehuda Amichai - Songs for a Woman&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46090213723</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46090213723</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 14:36:46 -0400</pubDate><category>Yehuda Amichai</category><category>Songs for a Woman</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Love</category><category>Jealousy</category><category>Purity</category><category>Beauty</category></item><item><title>Uncertainty</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Everyday I&amp;#8217;m at a crossroads.  And everyday I wind up asking myself these questions:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What am I doing with my life?&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;#8220;Will my company be successful?&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;Should I go back to school?&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;Can I build something lasting?&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are many things I don&amp;#8217;t know and even more that I&amp;#8217;m discovering I don&amp;#8217;t know, but also so many things that I&amp;#8217;ve figured out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We have something amazing to offer others.&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;We&amp;#8217;ve come such a long way.  Look at us just a year ago.&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8220;Pain and growth often come hand-in-hand.&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;#8220;We are appreciated and loved.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Those truths are more powerful than any fear of uncertainty and are what motivate me to keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46082649483</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46082649483</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 12:56:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"And in the big cities, protestors blocked the roads like
a blocked heart, whose master will die. ..."</title><description>“And in the big cities, protestors blocked the roads like&lt;br/&gt;
a blocked heart, whose master will die.  And the dead were already&lt;br/&gt;
hung out like fruit, for eternal ripening within&lt;br/&gt;
the history of the world.  They searched for the child; and found&lt;br/&gt;
pairs of lovers, hidden; found ancient urns;&lt;br/&gt;
found everything that sought not to be revealed. For love&lt;br/&gt;
was too short and didn’t cover them all, like a too-short&lt;br/&gt;
blanket. A head or two feet stuck out in the wind&lt;br/&gt;
when the cold night came. Or they found a short-cut of sharp&lt;br/&gt;
brief pain instead of the long, oblivion-causing&lt;br/&gt;
streets of joy and of satiation. And at night&lt;br/&gt;
the names of the world, of foreign cities and dark&lt;br/&gt;
lakes and peoples long vanished.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Yehuda Amichai - The Elegy on the Lost Child&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46077629232</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46077629232</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 11:48:15 -0400</pubDate><category>The Elegy on the Lost Child</category><category>Yehuda Amichai</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Israel</category><category>Jerusalem</category><category>Beauty</category><category>Love</category><category>Truth</category></item><item><title>A Few Simple (And Not So Simple) Things</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Be sensitive to other people’s feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don’t discredit other’s ideas right away.  &lt;/span&gt;Understand before forming an opinion.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don’t be petty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your time isn’t more (or less) important that anyone else’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don’t sweat the small stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don’t keep track of every debt or mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Participate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Always give people 100% of your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Offer encouragement.  Only criticize when asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Getting angry accomplishes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Discover your passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don’t dwell on mistakes.  Overcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;“How are you doing?” is more important that “What are you doing?”&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Find value in all things.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Step back and look at the big picture every now and then.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Laugh off insults.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You don’t need to have the last word.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Two things define you: 1) your patience when you have nothing 2) your attitude when you have everything.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don’t fear being hurt.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don’t chase love, affection, or attention.  Those should be freely given.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do good and don’t expect anything in return.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do what you say you&amp;#8217;ll do; be where you say you&amp;#8217;ll be.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;#8230;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061454281</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061454281</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 05:57:00 -0400</pubDate><category>advice</category><category>success</category><category>happiness</category><category>self improvement</category><category>self growth</category><category>self help</category></item><item><title>To my best friend,
You’ve taught me to be vulnerable and...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c2JSUXaY-tw?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my best friend,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You’ve taught me to be vulnerable and encouraged me to share my thoughts with the world.  Here’s my second try at that…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chicco&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061275320</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/46061275320</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 05:50:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Amazing cover of Ed Sheeran’s The A Team by...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jhl7G2lEIEA?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing cover of Ed Sheeran’s The A Team by Priska.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chilling lyrics are matched with a powerful yet seasoned voice; Priska adds depth to Ed Sheeran’s The A Team.  Priska’s voice swells up, fills the verses and carries over into the 1st half of the hook, evoking an image of a strong girl in desperate times though we feel at least there’s hope for her - that she could pull herself out of her struggle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And then all at once, the bottom drops out from beneath our feet and we’re left standing on air, only hearing just the wispy, thin remnants pleading “slowly sinking wasting; crumbling like pastries.  And they scream the worst things in life come free to us…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hauntingly perfect musicality.  I can’t wait to hear more from her.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/44967560551</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/44967560551</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2013 16:29:24 -0500</pubDate><category>ed sheeran</category><category>the a team</category><category>priska</category><category>music</category><category>priscilla liang</category><category>song</category></item><item><title>carlosbaila:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay“Marina Abramovic and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/c6df65c9d9bdc50f8bcb2f275ed650ee/tumblr_mj3cot1yLZ1qins52o1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f818555b4a2a243488ba8a948bede239/tumblr_mj3cot1yLZ1qins52o2_r1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3d8d04240dcb75a5da9bb0f210c09e8b/tumblr_mj3cot1yLZ1qins52o3_r1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/600c98c9874cef8c361617824eb85b74/tumblr_mj3cot1yLZ1qins52o4_r1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/fc9d988831d2496c12f2d23c5f49e4f7/tumblr_mj3cot1yLZ1qins52o5_r1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/42eda08f51fad801f078b48c935a5669/tumblr_mj3cot1yLZ1qins52o6_r1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/455852342de855cc37bb80662dbe1a53/tumblr_mj3cot1yLZ1qins52o7_r1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://carlosbaila.tumblr.com/post/44458098130/marina-abramovic-meets-ulay-marina-abramovic-and" target="_blank"&gt;carlosbaila&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNcWRbh8wQA" target="_blank"&gt;Marina Abramovic meets Ulay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“En los años 70, Marina Abramovic mantuvo una intensa historia de amor con Ulay. Pasaron 5 años viviendo en una furgoneta realizando toda clase de performances. En 1988, cuando su relación ya no daba para más, decidieron recorrer la Gran Muralla China, empezando cada uno de un lado, para encontrarse en el medio, abrazarse y no volver a verse nunca más. En 2010 el MoMa de Nueva York dedicó una retrospectiva a su obra. Dentro de la misma, Marina compartía un minuto en silencio con cada extraño que se sentaba frente a ella. Ulay llegó sin que ella lo supiera, y esto fue lo que pasó”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;What a beautiful story.  A love that spans space and time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/44926860368</link><guid>http://deathtaxes.tumblr.com/post/44926860368</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2013 03:40:13 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
