I felt it was part of the spirit of the whole program to do more than simply make an object.
quote by Martin Puryear
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Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object
song performed by by Cure
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Certainly not every good program is object-oriented, and not every object-oriented program is good.
quote by Bjarne Stroustrup
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Poetry Computer
A dozen universities united in one cause,
To make a program for PCs, a total tour de force.
Composing awesome poetry, that stirs the hearts of men,
Towards some global harmony, for now, beyond our ken.
At first, with basic rhymes to use, the program had no clue,
Until they gave it more to choose, to see what it could do.
And hooked up to the Internet, that program poured out stuff,
Though some of it they would regret, there were some things to love.
Their website asked for feedback, so, the visitors replied,
To criticise its form and flow and how they felt inside.
And while most praised it to the hilt, some hated what it wrote,
Poets are born, then taught not built, so they refused to vote.
A little child, aged ten, no more, condemned it from the start,
To state the program broke God's Law, because it lacked a heart.
It had no spirit, had no soul... and no morality...
And thus it lacked all self-control, indeed, true poetry.
The universities agreed, the program was erased...
They chose to help the ones in need, instead of words well phrased.
Their charity got worldwide fame, thanks to their devotion.
That ten-year-old gave them its name: Poetry In Motion...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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But also, the guest workers program, it's quite often misused, meaning people could come in as part of a guest workers program and after two weeks in the fields, they'd run off to do every other kind of job that isn't covered by a guest workers program.
quote by Dana Rohrabacher
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And the program was developed in large part by behavioral scientists who were working with the military, who do everything they possibly can to measure a soldier's stress levels to see how they're doing physically and emotionally, as they go through this program.
quote by Jane Mayer
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I grew up watching a lot of the coverage of the early U.S. space program, all the way back starting with Mercury and then through Gemini and Apollo and of course going to the moon as the main part of the Apollo program.
quote by Linda M. Godwin
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Sex Object
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
Show some feeling and respect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
You turn me on then you forget
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
[Spanish: No! Yes! Maybe Perhaps Yes]
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
Sex object
Sex object
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
[German?]
Sex object
Sex object
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Sex object
Sex object
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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A Program Component
part of the program component
is the fear that they install
on incoming viruses
what do you do? take the fear
and savor the virus and sit on the
easy chair, wiggle, wobble, like
another unknown planet
stare at the monitor as though
it is a bird that cannot take flight
with your mind
it will stare back
but you are no longer moved with pity
fear is an important part of this program
fly with it
have a tour on its contours
and when you come back
tell me the story of fear in wonderland
show me that Cheshire grin
be the mad hatter
with the etiquette of the
Red Queen
this is senseless
yet why did you finish it?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Funding privatized accounts with Social Security dollars would not only make the program's long term problems worse, but many believe it represents a first step toward undermining the program's fundamental goals.
quote by Patty Murray
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hi, Scholar
You objected my language
I object not
you started to analyse theories
I object not
long dialogues hour long you delivered
to show your command on the art of poetry
I listened with silence
when you came to know my understanding
I simply told
'You wanted to be a poet
tragically become a scholar'!
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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World In My Eyes
You're so gorgeous I'll do anything!
I'll kiss you from your feet
To where your head begins!
You're so perfect!
You're so right as rain!
You make me
Make me hungry again
Everything you do is irresistible
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can't I be you?
I'll run around in circles
'Til I run out of breath
I'll eat you all up
Or I'll just hug you to death
You're so wonderful!
Too good to be true!
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply delicate
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can't I be you?
You turn my head when you turn around
You turn the whole world upside down
I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked
I'm stuck like glue!
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
You're simply elegant!
song performed by by Cure
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Democrats have laid out a program that, if adopted, would make us independent of Middle Eastern oil in ten years, and create a new economy especially for those in rural America. Our program invests in clean energy alternatives and provides energy assistance for those in need.
quote by Jim Clyburn
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In this metaphor we actually have a picture of the computational universe, a metaphor which I hope to make scientifically precise as part of a research program.
quote by Seth Lloyd
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Baptized In His Name
As we go forth preaching salvation, we make disciples in every nation,
Baptizing then in the Name of Christ, from whom they received new life.
Also in the Father, Son and Spirit, when believing Truth as they hear it,
Baptized after they have believed, and God’s Spirit they have received.
Men from their old life must repent, to follow The Savior who was sent,
Sent from Heaven down to this earth, to grant all believers a new birth,
To be born of The Spirit from above, sent to men by The Father’s Love.
Baptism gives Believers identification, with The Lord of their Salvation.
Baptism is an ordinance of our Lord, and by men should not be ignored,
It is a part of the Great Commission, and a part of the Christian mission.
When people in God’s Truth believe, God’s Holy Spirit they then receive,
To help them turn from their old life, and live anew through Jesus Christ.
Friend baptism has no power to save, or change the way we do behave,
As it symbolizes what’s been done, since you’ve believed in God’s Son.
Baptism is simply that outward sign, of the inward change of one’s mind,
A change that begins in your heart; when from sinful ways we do depart.
You are immersed in Jesus Christ, to emerge from the water in new life,
You have buried your old nature to sin, and you then begin to live in Him.
To the world we’re not to be conformed, but in The Spirit be transformed,
Baptized into Jesus, who paid the price, so we could be a living sacrifice.
(Copyright ©07/2006)
Amnesiac
To amend the rules is sufficient,
But why with amnesia?
Your work is so precious to everyone,
The amity is felt so strongly,
Yet you do not remember us.
Amnesia is all it is, yet you seem to never recall
Or stipulate a fact for the work is so tremendous.
There is an anticipation perhaps of the coming story,
You need an antidote as this is painful.
It’s simply a brass object in the way,
A rash decision is to make,
I am not brash, and I never rattle.
Yet the rasp is heard so well
Of a particular problem.
The mind is suffering, amnesia is the accident,
And what of the partnership?
I find the world now obnoxious,
As this is my observance, when the whole assembly
Is so obsequious and you do not remember us.
I negotiate with the doctors,
And they neglect us as neighbours,
Bewildering us, obfuscating.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When God temporarily rolled up the building plans of prophecy and placed them aside, He made known a secret set of plans. With this program came a completely new set of blueprints. According to the counsel of His will, He had predetermined to call Paul as the masterbuilder of the project. So then, the instructions for our building program are found in Paul's epistles. Little wonder the apostles says 'I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereon. But let every man take heed how he buildeth thereupon' (1 Cor. 310). It is essential to use Pauline construction materials (grace doctrines), simply because someday soon the Building Inspector will examine our workmanship to determine if we followed His codes.
quote by Paul Sadler
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Robot
you're just walking round
your little mazes figuring out
how to get by,
how to get laid,
and get famous,
get yourself paid,
impress the guys.
you think you're thinking for yourself
but when you get on the
subway's most crowded part
just to stand behind a girl
CHORUS
then you are
just a robot,
executing a program.
you are just a robot,
an imitation of a man
you're taught to divide
the world into buddies and wives,
sluts and wimps;
and ever since,
you've kept a scorecard
how else to prove
you're such the pimp.
you think you're thinking for yourself
but when you can't get any
the consentual way
you decide to use some force
CHORUS
she told me one night
when we were lying quiet and cold,
something not right.
it had been months
since the good times,
once there was sun,
now there was night.
and she said to me
as she turned on the light,
"there's something you don't know
that keeps me from feeling right.
i once knew a guy,
i'd seen him around.
he knew all my friends,
he came from town.
one night at a party,
we both were there,
he followed me into the bathroom,
he grabbed my hair,"
and she said "i still remember
just how the floor felt
and how my head would hit the tub."
now where is that robot,
put a stake thru my true love
where is that robot,
should get struck down from above
you are just a robot,
executing a program,
an imitation of a man
song performed by by Nada Surf
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The Ripe Fruit in Paradise...
that part that you are holding
the ripe fruit in paradise
is so delicious, i cannot imagine
how can it be a source
of discord? all of us can eat it
we can share it, it is too many to
be consumed
i want to hold it and give it
all the compassion that it needs
the tenderness
the kindness of my spirit
this part of me
that understands you
now, in submission to love,
i let you touch it
and caress it,
to make it a part of us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Artist as verb
Perhaps the world is more grammatical
than grammar: reveals itself, a little coded –
as codes tempt, when grammar hides
under the guise of schoolmaster:
the artist, say, as verb:
as the verb, to be:
luring the mighty subject
beyond all thought, to become
an object we can all enjoy:
the sculptor, deep within his isness,
praying with his chisel
so that Krishna cannot but consent;
entering this stone;
the poet, listening to
the Word behind all words,
charming the spirit of all things
to make all objects sacred in our eyes;
the musician, listening to the silence,
as through his being, pass
worlds of knowledge beyond all words..
we, as heaven’s verb,
watching as subject, object,
make themselves a mirror for each other.
Grammar could be love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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