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(Reblogged from kissmeimlazy)
An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.
-Pliny the Younger (via kissmeimlazy)
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’
King Henry V
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(Reblogged from kissmeimlazy)
Be a bold motherfucker.
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When anger rises, think of the consequences.
Confucius
Today marks 2 years to the day since a good friend of mine, Mickey H Doherty, had a heart attack on the JP Morgan desk and died. His good friend gave him CPR and was unable to revive him. There are a few people who have had a positive, memorable pact on my life. Mickey encouraged and inspired me to get out there beyond the sea of desks and make something of myself. To follow my dreams as it were. I used to be able to call Mickey whenever where ever and talk about anything. He gave me his cell phone and told me to call him anytime. We would talk about his kids, work etc. I even sent him a Boston Red Sox hat one year as a prank for Christmas because he said he was quitting the Mets. I feel his presence even tonight telling me to hang in there, not to give up and to continue to strive towards my goals. I miss you incredibly Mickey. May you rest in peace. I know you’re up there making God laugh his ass off buddy.
“The Battle of the Sexes”
“The figure illustrates a theorem concerning the geometry of the set of solutions of a noncooperative game, as it applies to the 2x2 game known as battle-of-the-sexes. (He prefers the boxing match, she prefers the ballet, but they would like to go somewhere together rather than separately. What should they do?) The blue saddle is the set of independently randomized strategies. The red hexahedron (with three more faces and one more vertex on the back side) is the set of correlated equilibria. Their three points of intersection (red dots) are Nash equilibria. The sensible solution is not a Nash equilibrium.”
(Hint: Click on the image for the paper from Dr. Nau of Duke University)
h/t @Ana1Sima
Nick Cave & Warren Ellis - Song for Bob (from the motion picture ‘The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford)
Can feel every note within my soul. Magnificent.