My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.
Mary E. Pearson
When you meet the one. It just clicks. Clicking is important in a relationship. When you click, you share the same passion and worldviews, ambitions and dreams. You are willing to share your inner thoughts, fears, desires and secrets. When you click, your partner makes you comfortable in your skin, he or she knows what you need even you're quiet, knows when to give advice and when to just listen. When you click, you allow your partner to steadily be what they desire to be, while you be a steady presence
I see it all through the lens of my camera-the flurry of movement, the venue staff in black T-shirts, giving orders into their headsets. As I take it all in, my mind weighs the texture, the composition, the possibility of each changing scene, and I struggle to hold back, to keep my finger from pressing too soon. That's my biggest flaw as a photographer. I'm impatient-trigger-happy. I want the shot now, now, now, click, click, click, and if I could just wait a second more, the moment would really flourish.
'Botanicula' tells the story of a group of twigs, nuts, and leaves trying to escape with the life essence of a tree in tow before nasties from another world destroy them and everything else in their path. Yes, it's a point-and-click adventure game, but behind every click, there's a bit of joy to be found. Bugs sing. Bees dance.
Most young dealers of the Silicon Chip Era regard a reference library as merely a waste of space. Old Timers on the West Coast seem to retain a fondness for reference books that goes beyond the practical. Everything there is to know about a given volume may be only a click away, but there are still a few of us who'd rather have the book than the click. A bookman's love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them.
I started to do stop-motion when I was a kid. You take a Super 8 and make some models, and move, click, move, click. All that. I love all forms of animation, but there is something unique and special to stop-motion: it's more real and the set is lit like a set. But I think it's also a kind of lonely and dark thing to want to do.
Your idea doesn't have to be big. It just has to be yours alone. The more the idea is yours alone, the more freedom you have to do something really amazing. The more amazing, the more people will click with your idea. The more people click with your idea, the more it will change the world.
Let's say I will rip your life apart. Me and my banker friends." How can he explain that to him? The world is not run from where he thinks. Not from border fortresses, not even from Whitehall. The world is run from Antwerp, from Florence, from places he has never imagined; from Lisbon, from where the ships with sails of silk drift west and are burned up in the sun. Not from the castle walls, but from counting houses, not be the call of the bugle, but by the click of the abacus, not by the grate and click of the mechanism of the gun but by the scrape of the pen on the page of the promissory note that pays for the gun and the gunsmith and the powder and shot.
COMIN' THROUGH, BUMPIN' SCREW, BLOWIN' SWEET RED HAIR BITCHES SLIPPIN' I AIN'T TRIPPIN' IT'S A FAMILY AFFAIR IF YA CLICK AIN'T BRANDIN' THEN YA CLICK AIN'T SHIT MOST NIGGAS COME AROUND YA JUST TO RIDE YA DICK CAUSE YA GOT DEEP INVESTMENTS IN THE GIRL CALLED CRACK AND YA PIMP HER AND YA PIPE HER AND SHE PAY FO' YO LAC FOOL, YOU MAKE A LOT OF MONEY BUT CHA' TALK TOO MUCH COUNTIN' CHICKENS THAT AIN'T THERE'LL GET CHA' CAUGHT IN A FUSS MAKIN' FALSE ACCUSATIONS, FAKE BOOT IN YO MUG NIGGAS TRIPPIN ON THAT CLICK'LL TAKE YO LIFE AND YO DRUGS CAUSE OUT HERE AIN'T NO LOVE, JUST MILLER'S AND KILLERS AND SOME TRILLA LIFE ASS NIGGAS, PIMPIN' HOES LIKE GORILLAS NIGGAS IN CADDYS SAY SCRILLA BUT TO ME IT'S JUST ENDS I'D RATHER ROLL 96' LAC THAN A 83' BENZ IF YOU GOT MURDERERS IN YO FAMILY PUT CHO' BLUNT IN THE AIR FLIPPIN' AND DIPPIN' ME AND YO CHICKEN, IT'S A FAMILY AFFAI
NIGGAS TAKE THEY LIFE LIKE SPILLIN A GLASS OF MILK BESTS TO TAKE YO SHIT MORE SERIOUS OR YOU'LL GET KILLED CAUSE DOWN SOUTH WE BOUT DRAMA NIGGA WE BOUT DANGER WHEN YOU HERE MY SHIT CLICK CLICK THAT SEND DEADLY MISSLES IN THE CHAMBER AIN'T NO STUDIO IN ME G GENUINE MY BOY LIL SHAWN TO A SLUG IN HIS SPINE THAT WAS MINE IF TIME COULD REWIND I WOULD'VE TOOK IT DEATH IN MY FACE I WOULD'VE LOOKED IT I WOULD'VE SHOOKED IT I'M FROM THE HOOD SO I PAY MY RESPECT MY NIGGA CLAY TOOK A FUCKING BULLET IN HIS NECK WE AIN'T FOUND THE KILLER YET BUT I BET WE BE RIDIN ON SOME NIGGA SET SOON SWEEPIN UP SHIT LIKE A BROOM READY TO KILL MORE NIGGAZ THAN PLATOON, IT'S DOOM
Kane And Able