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Beliefs and attitudes, We each live by everyday, Often with out notice, Either can change in a fast way, They can hold you back, or advance, Your life at anytime on any day. Positive Ideas, and situations, Are stepping stones, to a new direction and way. The original Tom Maxwell © 04/13/2026 AD Philosopher
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 12:16 AM UTC
BELIEFS & ATTITUDE
​​Paris is about attitude and the art of slow living, where nothing’s urgent and everything’s fine. But if you’re in school, that’s not true. I just began a group project (gp), and to paraphrase William Shakespeare, the storm has come again! GPs are big affairs with slow moving parts, like conceptualization and collaboration - and all that happens before any actual work is done. Some cultures treat deadlines like casual suggestions but I get absolutely hinky in the loom of deadlines - I pace, chew fingernails and fret. The other day, a TA (teaching assistant) asked me if I was trying to “prove something,” (‘Qu'essayez-vous de prouver?’) The French invented ‘laze faire’ after all, but I’m American enough to have dismissively said, “I’d like to prove I can complete the assignment on time.” Let’s get poet-y.. *A trial comes, like a cloud, so dark it should thunder but there’s no bromide, offer of shelter or tent to mock the storm, it’s for us - as strangers - to return results which opinion crowns fair.* . . Let’s sing the blues: O.K. I'll Play the Blues - Deanna Bogart Emotions and Math - Margaret Glaspy Preachin' Blues by Larkin Poe
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
everything’s fine
There are two ways to think, which creates your attitude, Positive, or negative, how you react, feel, and interact, With others, at any moment, on any day. Your attitude can change, in a second or two, depending, On the situation, at hand, the environment, and those with you, Acting out a part, in this life’s play. There is no one attitude, for everyone, to learn and try, created, By emotions, feelings, and experiences, the same situation, can, Create smiles on some faces, while others, drop tears, and cry. Very positive attitudes, working together, can achieve, many things, On any day, Most never get complemented, for a positive attitude, When someone, says you have an attitude, normally they mean it, In a negative way. The original Tom Maxwell © 06/24/2025 AD
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 2:59 AM UTC
Attitudes create smiles & tears
Vibe-check, it’s Friday. Yay! A delightfully cool Friday at that! I’d like to thank the democratic party (which I’ve heard controls the weather now). Has the heat finally surrendered to the inevitable freshness of fall? Can we please proceed directly to a cruel winter? “What are we doing tonight?” I asked Lisa as she sat on the edge of a chair to put on her Nine West tunic pointed-toe booties. She has class this morning and I don’t. I’m sipping coffee, curled up on our red-corduroy couch, under a school themed throw, trying to grasp the plot of a fascinating chemistry book. “Something fun,” she said, verbatim, offering little concrete as she picked up her slouchy silhouette, hobo bag. “See ya,” she said, shouldering the door open with her right arm and securing her coffee with her left. She’s got one of those giant coffee cups that are so vogue. She gives herself 30 minutes, after our morning jog, to get ready for class and that whole time, she’s brewing cup after k-cup of Keurig coffee to fill that monster. “Byeeeeee,” I responded, before the door clunked closed. Sunny, came to the door of her room, “Do you separate your whites and darks?” She asked. “Of course,” I said, not looking up, to save my page-place, “we’re not animals.” “I never separate,” she confessed. “That’s why your white socks are pink,” I updogged. “They are pink,” she said, pulling up her pajama leg to expose her pink socks, “bright pink.” The serious events have started. Parties thrown by groups, always to a theme, offering whimsical, rainbow palates of fun. We’re here for it, my room and suitemates, all of us. There’s no better way to spend a Friday or Saturday night, than dressing up as a Disney princess, jedi princess or streetwalking zombie princess. Some nights, there’s more than one and we jump gatherings until we find the perfect one. We easily feed off of each another’s energy. We’re all 21-year-olds now and pushing past painfully obvious insecurities, legal restrictions and occasionally, moral boundaries. Ok, let’s reach for some Friday night rhymes: Fridays are reserved for revelry, for noise and crazy mirth, you can find a rave or masquerade with very little research. The venues are themed and adorned for festive cheer, and the turned-up music ignites those dance-like atmospheres. Picture tapestries of youthful fun and you’ve grasped the vibe of the night. In fleeting moments, we reach for it - I hope you brought your invite. There was a disappointing ‘jungle rave’ where people were smoking inside! Are you a ‘master of the universe,’ if you can’t get air-quality right? Way too soon the revels cease and in the Saturday morning quiet, we search out tasty eats. We did it for memories, to give our dull lives a makeover and good news! I didn’t wake up with a hangover. . . Songs for this: Nite Becomes Day by Citizen Cope Breathe In by Frou Frou
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 1:12 PM UTC
jungle rave
Vibe-check, it’s Friday. Yay! A delightfully cool Friday at that! I’d like to thank the democratic party (which I’ve heard controls the weather now). Has the heat finally surrendered to the inevitable freshness of fall? Can we please proceed directly to a cruel winter? “What are we doing tonight?” I asked Lisa as she sat on the edge of a chair to put on her Nine West tunic pointed-toe booties. She has class this morning and I don’t. I’m sipping coffee, curled up on our red-corduroy couch, under a school themed throw, trying to grasp the plot of a fascinating chemistry book. “Something fun,” she said, verbatim, offering little concrete as she picked up her slouchy silhouette, hobo bag. “See ya,” she said, shouldering the door open with her right arm and securing her coffee with her left. She’s got one of those giant coffee cups that are so vogue. She gives herself 30 minutes, after our morning jog, to get ready for class and that whole time, she’s brewing cup after k-cup of Keurig coffee to fill that monster. “Byeeeeee,” I responded, before the door clunked closed. Sunny, came to the door of her room, “Do you separate your whites and darks?” She asked. “Of course,” I said, not looking up, to save my page-place, “we’re not animals.” “I never separate,” she confessed. “That’s why your white socks are pink,” I updogged. “They are pink,” she said, pulling up her pajama leg to expose her pink socks, “bright pink.” The serious events have started. Parties thrown by groups, always to a theme, offering whimsical, rainbow palates of fun. We’re here for it, my room and suitemates, all of us. There’s no better way to spend a Friday or Saturday night, than dressing up as a Disney princess, jedi princess or streetwalking zombie princess. Some nights, there’s more than one and we jump gatherings until we find the perfect one. We easily feed off of each another’s energy. We’re all 21-year-olds now and pushing past painfully obvious insecurities, legal restrictions and occasionally, moral boundaries. Ok, let’s reach for some Friday night rhymes: Fridays are reserved for revelry, for noise and crazy mirth, you can find a rave or masquerade with very little research. The venues are themed and adorned for festive cheer, and the turned-up music ignites those dance-like atmospheres. Picture tapestries of youthful fun and you’ve grasped the vibe of the night. In fleeting moments, we reach for it - I hope you brought your invite. There was a disappointing ‘jungle rave’ where people were smoking inside! Are you a ‘master of the universe,’ if you can’t get air-quality right? Way too soon the revels cease and in the Saturday morning quiet, we search out tasty eats. We did it for memories, to give our dull lives a makeover and good news! I didn’t wake up with a hangover. . . Songs for this: Nite Becomes Day by Citizen Cope Breathe In by Frou Frou
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During our recent, year-long pandemic imprisonment, my room - which, objectively, is a very nice room - seemed to transform, late-nights, into a tomb. I had to open all the windows just to feel like I could breathe. Night after night, when the lights were out, I’d lay perfectly still, perfectly awake until all-hours, listening to crickets. There must be a billion of them in Georgia. Persistent consciousness can drive you mad. “Why are your windows open?”, my mom would say, hurrying to close them in winter (to save heat) and summer (to save cool). I wouldn’t argue - I’d just shrug, wordlessly and reopen them once she left. I seldom argue anymore - I surreptitiously do whatever I want to.
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Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
surreptitious
We live in A world of bad thoughts today, We accept people are satisfied, when they have nothing to say. There are many helpful, generous actions, that happen all of the time, From the news media, to daily conversations, the worst is the subject, In everyone’s mind. The people that announce the weather, A daily number game, Thirty per cent chance of rain, why not seventy per cent, it won’t, They get paid the same. We know we will die, not the time or way, If an investigation, finds alcohol or drugs, they are sure that was the cause, how do they know, it could have just been that person’s day. Actually, this world is not so bad, and unkind, It’s the way, ideas, and words are presented, To make us think, it is getting worse all the time. Tom Maxwell © 07/28/2006 AD
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 4:19 AM UTC
The World is not so Bad and Unkind
All felt the fable Dwindle & swell The swindle whispered Into every eyeball The tramelled multifarious Steady steady Soft sell Who'd fall for that We say As it settles down to dwell In our depths & recesses Tales of decline & progress Denied
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
The Diet
platitudes and attitudes she said “to find good love, be receptive, never deceptive, always ever, never never.” I listened, warming, but warning her, “rhyming is the sophistry of those who cannot decide what to write next” I drove away, in just my pajama top, (my bottoms retired at the crime scene) lest she ****** macabre me like in an Agatha Christie. I foresaw a drama developing of her hanging me by my bottoms pj, knotted two by too tightly trite my leggings drawn to prevent the rhyming of my breathing, each pant to peeve me into panting: one leg named moon and the other, June. so I decided what the heck! I’ll go firstly, hanging her early, for the greater sake of literature
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Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 8:58 AM UTC
platitudes and attitudes
Has me feeling low and down. Like I can't put my finger on.. what's behind this mood. its funky and its crude. This sleepwalking downer mood.. Dang it dude.. I think I may know whats behind this don't want ta do nothing slow burning attitude. Thanks a lot dude.. You've successfully. uckedUp my mood. [email protected].
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
Altered Attitude@Tude
The vast expanse is worrisome. The search is futile, in the end is all very foolish. Knowledge allows the proposition that there’s a lot we’ll never know. While ignorance is loud and obnoxious, completely unaware of it’s shortcomings. The struggle takes place in between.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
In Between
Unschooling chicks and dudes, Attitudes acquired in school, No one is a perfect human, great, Anyone can make dumb mistakes, There's Darwin and evolution, But ants and beavers---theory pollution, And there's diverse ways of doing Maths, Some teachers are pussycats, So, from antediluvian schools, We must unlearn some of those tools, The attitudes acquired in schools, Unschooling chicks and dudes.......
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
UNSCHOOLING....
Over periods of time you learn how to handle things In the easiest way as not to feel hurt So I may say I don't care And it honestly won't bother me But once it did But the past is insignificant Because it's gone And we can't always look back on everything at once So someone may care a lot But it doesn't necessarily mean they always will Feelings change People change And there's nothing you will ever be able to do about it
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
An Explanation
Attitudes can happen. Every day of the week. And when winter comes, i can feel more cold temperatures. When spring comes, i will make it rain. When summer comes, it's still good enough to go to Plymouth, Massachusetts. And when fall comes, romance is going to be great. That's why I love New England because it's my beautiful paradise for me. And this is what good attitudes mean to me. Anonymous.
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Attitudes