Your answer was wrong

Principal: Mr. Madison, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
Billy Madison: Okay, a simple "wrong" would've done just fine.


I was braiding my hair this evening, and had such a wriggle of glee when one of my cherished silver hairs peeked out on top that I had to share it. I've been finding a couple of them here and there since Christmas, and each time I see them I feel like a 5 year old with a new dress... that lovely combination of I-want-to-show-it-off and delight in a new treasure.

When I was 5, I thought silver was a hair colour, just like black or brown or blonde, but to me, silver was the most beautiful, and I wished mightily that my hair was that colour. When I discovered that it wasn't as highly thought of by everyone else, I was very disappointed... but after a while I realized I had no reason for disappointment. I was one of the very few people in the world who would actually get my wish... my hair would, in fact, eventually turn silver!

And now after 30 years, my silver is finally here. Or at least is beginning to be here. (Honest, there are a couple of grey hairs... I'll point them out to you if you can't see them yet!!!). And even though I have told this story for years now, very few people seem to actually believe that really, truly, deep down, I do think silver is beautiful.

But silver IS beautiful. The most beautiful things to me are the things that touch my soul and lend me a feeling of peace, or the feeling of being treasured, or the feeling of strength. Those things are reflected in the people I love, in the people who love me. And in the silver that is what I see. I see my mother's hair, (and oh, you should see her hair! It is lovely), and I see a beautiful woman with grace and courage and strength and infinite patience. I see my friend's hair (she still hides her beautiful silver! But I know it is there) and I see how her loyalty and strength under-girds everything she does, though she seldom shows it off. I look around at so many people... my aunts, and my grandmothers, and my mother-in-laws, and so many other women, and I see honesty and skill and kindness and such immense wealth of knowledge and experience reflected in the silver they wear, and it is so beautiful. And I can't wait to look like that!

And it is sad, too... because I don't hear this same delicious anticipation from anyone else. I see people who dread getting older... who don't want to say how old they are on their birthday... who find a grey hair and take it as a sign of the end of all the things they like about themselves.

So, I wish now that I could share this exhilaration... I don't know how I managed to strike it so rich, but I think that my stubborn refusal to accept the idea that 'older' is a negative started with my parents and their stubborn habit of following their own path, for which I thank them profusely.

But still there are too many of my friends who are dreading "looking older", who don't like their stretch marks, who feel self-conscious without their makeup, who dye their lovely silver hair. Who actually and truly believe (this is the part that astounds me) that they are becoming less desirable, less lovely, as time passes. I wish I knew how to share the anticipation and the celebration and the sheer enjoyment and the delight I have in the way my body and mind are growing through both the agonies and the joys of life. This is what I wish for all of you beautiful people. And when I say beautiful, yes, I mean you. If you can't see it, ask me, and I will, with much joy and happiness and enthusiasm, tell you some of the beauty I see in you.

And in the meantime, be happy with me, for I have found a silver hair!!!



Fibbonacci, A visual explanation

Get the point of the Joke

Jokes are powerful...

Science Daily - Sexist Humor No Laughing Matter, Psychologist Says

 ScienceDaily (Nov. 7, 2007) — A research project led by a Western Carolina University psychology professor indicates that jokes about blondes and women drivers are not just harmless fun and games; instead, exposure to sexist humor can lead to toleration of hostile feelings and discrimination against women.

High Anxieties: The Mathematics of Chaos

Top Documentary Films: simple and easy.  Documentaries... lots of them. Good ones, too.

This one looks particularly interesting: discussing "modern advances in mathematics and how they affect our understanding of physics, economics, environmental issues and human psychology."  So I shall have to update with my actual opinion when I'm actually done watching it.

7 things: Taboo

My latest paradox:

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The Golden Mean...

These ideas have fascinated me since I was small. 


  • insult vault

    & other snarky quips.  'cause everyone needs a storage vault for good insults.

  • philosopher's corner

    miscellaneous notes on the study of general and fundamental problems, such as those connected with reality, existence, knowledge, values, reason, mind, and language.

  • quotes

    you know those times when someone says something you really wish you could remember later?  And then someone makes it into a gif image with a sparkly background and shares it on facebook?  Well, this doesn't have the sparkly background.  I can't promise no facebook though.