Only humans can be inhuman

A dark-haired, bright-eyed 12-year-old girl wrote secretly at her desk while her teacher drew a map on the blackboard. She composed two notes. One she slipped to Jennifer, the other to Edward. "Eddie told me he likes you," Jennifer's note said. The other note claimed, "Jenny told me she likes you." Although Edward and Jennifer had not previously thought of one another romantically, a mutual infatuation soon blossomed, much to the delight of their friend who had passed them notes.

A professor at a prominent university envied the success of a male colleague and a female colleague and decided to bring about their downfall. She confided first to one and then to the other that each of them was spreading malicious gossip about the other's sexual propensities. She planted the seeds of suspicion, which started a mutually destructive projective identification. Their negative thoughts of one another were projected onto one another, and elicited the expected hostility.

"Self and Others: object relations theory in practice", by N. Gregory Hamilton, M.D.

The Beatles

I love The Beatles. I always have. I've never had any doubt about it. The first I heard about them was from a friend, Chucky. We were walking up his driveway and he told me about a story in Time or Newsweek where kids in England were going bizerk about some pop band, there were some kind of riots, and the music was making kids crazy and happy. I had no clue.

A few months later they were on Ed Sullivan. Everything changed, nothing was the same after that.

You were in a car crash, and you lost your hair, you said you would be late, about an hour or two. I said that's alright I'm waiting here, just waiting to hear from you.

Nearly my whole life has been aided and abetted by The Beatles' and their music. In my blood, in my muscles, in my hands and feet, in my dreams, in my hopes. Their music has been the soundtrack of my life. Still is.

No one will be watching us. Why don't we do it in the road?

There's no way to thank them, guess it doesn't matter anymore. Thanks for the new box set of CDs. Shake it up baby, can't stop twisting and shouting! Dancing in my living room, nose-bleed loud! Yeah, yeah, yeah!


When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind. You know it's gonna be. Alright. Alright. Alright, alright, alright.

It never got better than this.