" 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life

Try to make ends meet

You're a slave to money then you die

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down

You know the one that takes you to the places

Where all the veins meet yeah,

No change, I can't change

I can't change, I can't change

But I'm here in my mold

I am here in my mold

But I'm a million different people

From one day to the next

I can't change my mold... "

- The Verve -

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lyu1KKwC74

if you analyze it. Beyond the rudiments, it is up to the artist to create art, not the camera.

Brett Weston

HMM! Truth Matters!

echinacea, coneflowers, little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina

After testing and analyzing, the Great blue heron abandoned his to-big-to-swallow fish.

for a Happy Caturday!

Bengal tiger / Königstiger (Panthera tigris tigris) in Ranthambore National Park, Rajasthan, India

Part III of this little "There's A Tiger On The Road" series

Previous parts in first comment!

Amsterdam - Middenweg

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Happy Ass Monday

I see ya blowin' me a kiss

It doesn't take a scientist

To understand what's going on, baby

If you see something in my eye

Let's not over analyze

Don't go too deep with it, baby

So let it be what it'll be

Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me

Here's what I'll do

I'll play loose

Not like we have a date with destiny

It's just a little crush

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do depends on you

It's raising my adrenaline

You're banging on a heart of tin

Please don't make too much of it, baby

You say the word "forevermore"

That's not what I'm looking for

All I can commit to is "maybe"

So let it be what it'll be

Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me

Here's what I'll do

I'll pay loose

Not like we have a date with destiny

It's just a little crush

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do depends on you

Vanilla skies

White picket fences in your eyes

A vision of you and me

It's just a little crush

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do depends on you

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do depends on you

Not like I faint every time we touch

It's just some little thing

Not like everything I do

Depends on you

My Jam

Analyzing humor is like dissecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it.

E. B. White

Never idealize others. They will never live up to your expectations. Don’t over-analyze your relationships. Stop playing games. A growing relationship can only be nurtured by genuineness. “

– Leo F. Buscaglia

Each minute spend with any of you, is a minute well spent..... Thank you very much, for being who you all are!

Nothing is worth more, than to have Friends you know are true, not only around you, to benefit from you...

So closing 2019 without toxic people, users, liars and opportunists!! ......and starting 2020 with Good honest People !!

Took a while to realize who the true Friends are, one is missing because he is busy in RL, but never the less he was here in spirit!!

Chris,Ash,Bak,Samanda,Markel,Elise

TUNE.

“Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”

― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XhDGkg8SpQ

BLOOD OF EDEN – PETER GABRIEL & SINEAD O'CONNOR

... And when you left the fields of yellow

faded in the winds of time

the golden ears of corn bowed down

finally beyond all reason or rhyme

But now my heart has risen up

the fields are red adorned with flowers

the bluest mountains reach towards the heavens

the promise of Spring is surely ours

I thought there would never be anyone else

to replace you in my field of dreams

but gentle words flow like a river

and settle within me or so it seems

I want to believe in the everafter

when our souls will meet again

but for now I must seek the quantum of solace

in the absence of the gentlest rain

The silent tears roll down the years

and bathe me in a rosy glow

the sunshine warms me; holds me closely

I feel immense that all I know

Is carefully parcelled; tied with ribbon

red velvet bow soft to the touch

a secret gift to be opened slowly

unwrapped; unveiled and loved so much

Inspiration is my succour

that piques my salient desires

I know that you will understand me

be happy someone tends these fires

the burning embers that you left me

now ashes crumble in the dirt

dust is dust that once was earthbound

in Heaven there is no more hurt

My heart sings out the freedom of nature

like a bird on the wing I soar so high

above the mountains through the clouds

swooping towards an open sky

I reach the stars just as the night falls

and cloaks the earth in silent reverie

sweet dreams my love; I know you're smiling

your generosity sets me free

Love is freedom to be ourselves

no matter what direction we take

the ones who love us are happy for us

and theirs is the love we do not forsake

Be still my beating heart; be silent

only when the end is nigh

for I am alive and my joie de vie

my joy of life cannot be denied ...

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Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission

With all the processing options available today, it seems we become programmed to look at photos and immediately analyze what might be done to tweak them to make them better in some way. I recall when I first began photography 8 or so years ago, I knew nothing about anything and thus deleted at least 90% of my photos upon review, often all of them. Now, even though I still don't know much, I delete none on the basis of being possibly able to do something with them. Sometimes I do with pleasing results. Most of the time I do not and they remain buried in the archives where they will probably never do more than take up space.

When this view of the far north end of the lake (where the turtles bask in the spring and summer but have now already vanished into their hibernational haunts) appeared, now habitual thinking said, "what does this need?" I thought for a while and finally determined that there was really nothing I could do to make this photo better. Different maybe, but not better. Perhaps you agree.

So here you have it...an actual unenhanced SOOC snap shot of my beloved northwoods entering prime time for color. Maybe not too artsy...but still kind of pretty...;-))

are kleptomaniacs, paranoiacs, agoraphobists, and dolomites. A lot of our best friends turn out to be subnormal and not worth knowing... A lot of our criminals turn out not to be criminals at all, but merely to have a reaction for another person's money :-)

Stephen Leacock, "The Human Mind Up To Date — The Mind Wave," The Garden of Folly, 1924

Science Matters!

prunus mume, white japanese flowering apricot, 'Tojibai', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

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tram

tram F519 hair

Addams

Addams // Rebecca BodySuit

Addams // Flora Flare Jeans w/Belt

TMD

[ kunst ] - Enzo bracelet

[ kunst ] - Mateo bracelet

[ kunst ] - Paolo bracelet

RK POSES

RKPoses_Irina_2 (edited pose)

THE CROSSROADS

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DRD post apoc camp corner

DRD post apoc camp food prep

DRD post apoc camp raincatcher

DRD post apoc camp fence

DRD post apoc camp sitting crates 2

DRD post apoc camp weapon supplies

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"To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand."

Henry Theodore Tuckerman

[monso] Amberly Hair maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sweet%20Isle/196/108/21

-Analyzing

-Realizing...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZxtj0ZWmSY

youtu.be/QYbWAKhCNh4

Explored August 3, 2021

To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy than to attempt to fully understand. (Henry Theodore Tuckerman).

(Spanish: Analizar el atractivo de una flor es como tratar de diseccionar la música; una de esas cosas de la vida que se disfrutan y viven en vez de tratar de entenderlas. por Henry Theodore Tuckerman).

"Cat fanciers appreciate the gravity-defying grace and exquisite balance of their feline friends. But do they know that those traits extend even to the way cats lap milk?

Researchers analyzed the way domestic and big cats lap and found that felines of all sizes take advantage of a perfect balance between two physical forces. The results were published in the Nov. 11 online edition of the journal Science.

It was known that when cats lap, they extend their tongues straight down toward the bowl with the tip of the tongue curled backwards, so that the top of the tongue touches the liquid first. That insight came from a 1940 film of a cat lapping milk, made by Harold “Doc” Edgerton, the MIT electrical engineering professor who first used strobe lights in photography to stop action.

But recent high-speed videos made by MIT, Virginia Tech and Princeton researchers reveal that the top of the cat’s tongue is the only surface to touch the liquid. Cats, unlike dogs, don’t dip their tongues into the liquid like ladles. The cat’s lapping mechanism is far more subtle and elegant. The smooth tip of the tongue barely touches the surface of the liquid before the cat draws its tongue back up. As it does so, a column of liquid forms between the moving tongue and the liquid’s surface. The cat then closes its mouth, pinching off the top of the column for a nice drink, while keeping its chin dry.

When the cat’s tongue touches the liquid surface, some of the liquid sticks to it through liquid adhesion, much as water adheres to a human palm when it touches the surface of a pool. But the cat draws its tongue back up so rapidly that for a fraction of a second, inertia — the tendency of the moving liquid to continue following the tongue — overcomes gravity, which is pulling the liquid back down toward the bowl. The cat instinctively knows just when this delicate balance will change, and it closes its mouth in the instant before gravity overtakes inertia. If the cat hesitated, the column would break, the liquid would fall back into the bowl, and the tongue would come up empty.

While the domestic cat averages about four laps per second, the big cats, such as tigers, know to slow down. Because their tongues are larger, they lap more slowly to achieve the same balance of gravity and inertia. "

Source: news.mit.edu/2010/cat-lapping-1112

I have captured this effect some years ago with my first cats, Zoé and Arwen, take a look in the comments, please.

And yes, Momo is back at home!!

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic: youtu.be/0OefNthkSVE

To mature is to exchange reason for peace. ⭐

Analyzed primitives

Independent meanings

Mere intuitability

youtu.be/N0a-I8vjBKA

Excellent article analyzing bias against pit bulls :

www.gladwell.com/2006/2006_02_06_a_pitbull.html

Institute for Disease Modeling and Targeted Medicine

Analyzing and treating the consequences of genetic alterations is the goal of researchers at the Institute for Disease Modeling and Targeted Medicine (IMITATE) at the University of Freiburg and the University Medical Center Freiburg, Germany.

Like a Rorschach inkblot, the water surface leaves interesting patterns to analyze Or, perhaps just an attempt to find harmony in chaos.

Myself - Layton Greene

Oh

Oh-oh

I remember feeling like I wasn't good enough

Had me questioning myself

I wasn't sure enough

Had me looking in the mirror

Tryna analyze my figure

I ain't perfect

You want perfect

So that figures

You always put me in a bad place (ooh)

Said we were moving at a fast pace (ooh)

It was all my fault (fault)

I fell in love too hard

I loved you when I didn't love myself (yeah, yeah)

Said you love me

But you only loved yourself

You rocked me so hard

You played all your cards right

You played with my heart

I might, I might not be the same way

You were walking in the door you wasn't saying, "Hi" (hi)

You were walking out the door you wasn't saying, "Bye-bye"

(bye-bye) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Seems like you only got that way

When things ain't go your way (ooh, ooh)

How could you tell me that you love me and behave this way?

Sometimes I don't

Know how I survived

You picked me up

You threw me in the sky (sky)

And when I fell you let me hit the ground (ooh-ooh)

Yeah, I still felt alone with you around

I learned my lesson (lesson)

Yeah shit got hectic (hectic)

But all in all the experience it was a blessing, yeah

You taught me patience (patience)

Can't skip the basics (basics)

Seems like you wanted only me for that sensation, yeah (yeah)

I remember all the lies (all the lies)

All the night you made me cry, yeah (made me cry)

When you controlled my mind (you controlled my mind)

Had me wishing I would die (had me wishing I would die)

You will never know how I feel (how I feel)

I gave my all to you, my love was real, baby (my love was real)

But you didn't love me

No, you didn't love me

I loved you when I didn't love myself

Said you love me, but you only love yourself

You rocked me so hard

You played all your cards right

You played with my heart

I might (I might)

Might not be the same way

Might not be the same lay

In analyzing fashion, I usually begin with the general silhouette and proceed to details.

However, when it came to Heartsdale’s Van Gogh Collection I went back into history to better understand the source of Nino’s inspiration for this collection – namely, that of the post-impressionist Vincent van Gogh’s “The Arles Sunflowers.”

They were meant as a sign of friendship and welcome, but also of Vincent's devotion to Gauguin and gratitude as his artistic leader.

That said, I am also very grateful for Nino’s artist contributions to Second Life with her wonderful jewelry art contributions over the years here. She serves as an inspiration to me and many others. I appreciate her dearly.

This HJ Van Gogh Collection comes with 3 different petal color options – white, pink, and yellow.

I also wanted to draw reference back to Sascha's Diada Jacket for us to better appreciate its beautiful fleece underlining, drape, collar, and other finish details with this pink version. The Sascha’s Design Diada Outfit ensemble is rigged for Maitreya (+ Petite), Legacy (+ Perky), Freya, and Hourglass mesh bodies.

This Heartsdale Van Gogh Collection and Sascha's Diada Outfit are exclusive for Swank's February Fifty Shades of Red Event.

♥ Taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Swank%20Events/177/124/25

One of my attempts at the "Crazy Tuesday" theme "I Love"

Because - in case you haven‘t heard me mention it - I LOVE MUSIC! I love writing and making music more than almost anything else, I love listening to music, analyzing music, thinking of lyrics, talking about music, looking for hidden meaning or symbols in music, sharing music I love with friends and getting recommendations from them, dancing to music, etc.

Here‘s a song by the incredible band "Mewithouyou":

youtu.be/7LFI0dGe1tc

Torches Together

Why burn poor and lonely?

Under a bowl or under a lampshade

Or on the shelf beside the bed

Where at night you lay turning like a door on it's hinges

(First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again)

Why burn poor and lonely?

Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building

We'll cut into shape and set into place

Or if you'd rather be a window,

I'll gladly be the frame

Reflecting any kind of words

We'll let in all the blame

(And ruin our reputation all the same)

So never mind our plan making

We'll start living

Anyway, aren't you unbearably sad?

Then why burn so poor and lonely?

We'll be like torches - We'll be torches together!

With whatever respect our tattered dignity demands

Torches together, hand in hand

Why pluck one string?

What good is just one note?

Oh, one string sounds fine I guess...

We we're once 'One Notes'

We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain

(What light and momentary pain!)

So why this safe distance, this curious look?

Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?

Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar?

Strum the guitar!

With no beginning, with no end

Take down a guitar and strum the guitar if you're afraid,

And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid

And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore

You played the flute but no one was dancing

You sang a sad song and none of us cried

Shot with a Fuji "Fujinon-EFC II 64.5 mm F 6" (enlarging) lens on a Canon EOS R5.

In life we always encounter this crossroads, we stop and we analyze each path.

Is not easy, sometimes we need to take a dark path to let us reach the unknown beauty of our destiny...

The true is that you will never know the destination of the other path, because you had the free will of not walking on it.

Never stop to think on the "what if?"... they are useless, because the path will never be the same of the decision time you left behind...

"If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man." - Fyodor Dostoevsky

You'll Never Walk Alone

youtu.be/ATYh0icMDtw

When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of a storm

There's a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind

Walk on through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on

With hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone

You'll never walk alone

Walk on, walk on

With hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone

You'll never walk alone

♫ Song

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"To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand."

Henry Theodore Tuckerman

"To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand.

Henry Theodore Tuckerman

stop to believe, start to analyze.

né joão? haha

These last two posts have subtle differences based on evolving design principle I cant articulate and probably don't understand, but if I could explain, I would not be motivated to do the art in the first place and this would not exist.

is called a philosopher ;-)

Ambrose Bierce

HBW! Public Education Matters! Resist!!

cercis, redbud, 'NC 2017-9', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

My photos of objects and Mandelbulb 3D forms, merged and digitally tickled.

All rights reserved. This photo is not authorized for use on your blogs, pin boards, websites or use in any other way. You may NOT download this image without written permission from iSEEthings, Jeff Fornear.

how about analyzing my DNA? :) i just noticed my flickrversary is coming closer. :)

(please keep in mind that i have to fave pics in the evenings as long as my browser problem is not solved.)

House Finch male

Have you ever analyzed and genuinely thought, "Why do I take photos?" And, again, "Why do I choose to share my photos on social media?" Is it an ego trip? Is it a business venture to sell my stuff? Is it a journalistic journey? Is it an on-going travel log? Is it a way to socialize with others with like interests? Is it an avenue to study other's work as a way of trying to perfect and improve my own? Is it a way to share my joy? Is it a way to face a challenge? Is there a "wow" factor about the universe that will be enhanced by sharing it with others? Is it a way to study the work of others to try and grasp a better understanding of that person through the study of their art? Why? Why do I take photos? I've considered the option to drop out of social media sites and keep my photos tucked away in my computer to be enjoyed by me and me alone. Would I find as much fulfillment in doing so? Or, am I much like a musician who plays the piano or violin and delights in sharing the end results of the perfection of my music with others because it has become so beautiful to myself that I now desire to share it with others? Why? Why do I take photos?

~E.B. White

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Photo taken somewhere and sometime in June 2023

Six and a half years ago, the scientists of SETI began receiving garbled and unintelligible communications from points unknown. What they could perceive came out as a series of clicking sounds, but they repeated precisely indicating that some form of intelligence was behind the transmissions, not something randomly generated as was first thought. The top linguists on the globe were brought in to analyze the communications until finally five years after initial contact one Professor Winnefred Littledove from Lichtenstein made a breakthrough and with an army of people and computers behind her, she at long last was able to decipher the clicking into words. Those words were chilling and they read, 'Your planet is in danger, we are here to help.'

The reply was made simple for the sake of expedience and yet took days to form, 'how so?' Littledove pushed the send button herself and silence filled the room as no one even breathed in anticipation.

Two days later came the foreboding reply, 'We have been studying your world and can see that you are nearly at the point of no return in the effects of global warming, soon many thousands of species will cease to exist including yourselves if something isn't done immediately. We have a solution.'

After several days and many sleepless nights of translations

a response was hurriedly recorded and in less than an hour SETI sent its one word reply, 'Yes?'

Newly minted corporal Emmit Woodcock awoke the next morning feeling a bit fuzzy from the night before. His squad had taken him out to Galway Bay Pub and eatery where they proceeded to 'tack on' his new stripe, this is accomplished by punching the chevron on with great force to prevent it from ever coming off. Groggily he sat up and put on his slippers and headed for the loo to rid himself of a few ales. Sure enough, and the reason for the slippers, he came across yet another of his 'houseguests' and proceeded to stomp the cockroach with equal parts disgust and pleasure. "Twenty seven!" He proclaimed. No sooner had he finished his business the ancient air raid warning horns warbled on. He'd never heard one with the exception of in the movies, but there was no mistaking the noise. He hurriedly donned his OD's from the night before and dashed for the door, just before turning out the light he called out, "twenty eight!"

The ECM, emergency communication memo, on his phone ordered him to report to coordinates unknown to him and off he went. When he reached the park at Bellingham Bay his world became very surreal. An army, literally, of men were unloading sandbags from ancient deuce and a halfs and piling them to make a wall, a wall halfway around a glowing globe of tremendous size towering above them smoldering from its recent entry into Earth's atmosphere.

"What's going on?!"

Sgt. Jones gave Woodcock a quick glance, "It's an invasion, I hear that these things are landing everywhere, get busy with that wall!"

In between tosses of sandbags Emmit could see 50 cals. being set up left, right and center with infantry between. Yelling to be heard to the man next to him he asked, "what about tanks?"

"Armored is on its way, it's just us right now."

Suddenly all noises and movement ended as an audible mechanism inside of the alien craft whirred up and engaged. The bottom half of the orb opened as five doors swung slowly down and away in an unnatural and creepy movement much like a claw opening. Emmit vaguely heard the order to take cover, but he was transfixed on the otherworldly happenings transpiring before him and was consumed by the feeling of dread and although he was covered in sweat, he felt very cold. Then, through the murky darkness, the new corporal began to perceive movement, a slow, methodic wave of movement. Crawling out of the spacecraft came gigantic spiders, eight legged, multi eyed, hairy spiders and along with the clicking noises that they were making he went from cold to frozen. No one can remember if there was an actual order to fire, but fire they did. After the massacre was over there was much clapping on backs and cheering for their victory, for never was there a more fearsome enemy to overcome. Songs would surely be sung in their honor.

Back at SETI what would become known as the final transmission was finally translated roughly at the same time that the Battle of Bellingham Bay was taking place, it had taken days of work to decipher as it was longer than the rest and it read: "At last, it is so good that we can now communicate for we have so much that we want to impart to you. We have sent word to bring atmospheric condensers and we have the schematics here aboard ship so that when they arrive you will be able to set them up and not a moment too soon, any further delay would have meant a global catastrophe. I will send a team of scientists down now, help is on the way."

Madrid - 2015

To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music;

it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy,

than to attempt to fully understand.

- Henry T. Tuckerman

#1493

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The Porto Cathedral is one of the most important tourist sights in Porto and a historical and architectural landmark of the city at the same time. It is generally deemed one of the most impeccable embodiments of the Romanesque style, though, if truth be told, it is rather a mix of styles and influences with a notable overall Romanesque dash.

But this is no surprise, given the age of the cathedral. The edifice was built between the 12th and the 13th century and in time it suffered structural and decorative additions and alterations, reflecting, as some might tend to believe, the way the architectural tendencies influenced the development of Porto itself in time. The most significant alterations were carried out between the 17th and the 18th century, though earlier modifications of the original patrimony can definitely be pointed out.

Thus, the Gothic cloister was built in the 14th century, and its ceramic tile (azulejos) decorations, which depict scenes inspired by the Song of Solomon, were added even later. The 16th century saw the construction of the Chapel of Saint Vincent, which can be entered right from the cloister. The north facade was added in the first half of the 18th century (1736), a work by Nicolau Nasoni. The Italian architect is also the author of the cathedral’s loggia.Other highlights of the cathedral refer to the Chapel of the Holy Sacrament adorned with an altarpiece which fetches by an exquisitely elaborated scene made of silver, and to the Gothic rose window of the facade, which is one of the few still standing original elements of the cathedral. An interesting historical reference related to the Porto Cathedral is this is the place where Prince Henry the Navigator was baptized.

Consequently, people studied in architecture should definitely take the time to analyze the way the Porto Cathedral expresses a fortunate alliance between three major historical styles: Romanesque, Gothic and Baroque. Yet, the edifice remains a must-visit for all tourists of Porto, regardless of their interests in architecture, since Se do Porto is the largest place of worship in Porto and one of the oldest historical monuments.

iF THIS WERE A THERAPIST'S PICTURE CARD FOR YOU TO ANALYZE, , WHAT WOULD u TELL THEM u SEE?

WARNING WARNING WARNING, THIS MAY INCLUDE SPOILERS FROM HALF LIFE AND PORTAL

I was searching for pictures of glados and then I found a couple intresting articles about glados...

Here is a article that got me thinking.

The human imagination is a real magnificent and powerful thing. Like for instance, when I look at a cloud, I sometimes see kittens and bunnies. This writer over on game-ism is the same way. Except, instead of clouds and kittens, he sees GlaDOS as a woman hanging upside down and bound up. This take on GlaDOS is really interesting, and slightly erotic. Game-ism believes that GlaDOS wants to be killed by Chell, the main character of Portal. GlaDOS feels trapped at Aperture Science and she wants Chell to set her free.

It's a really great read that puts a fresh spin on the story of the game. What do you think of it?

And here is article I found about the credit song:

Thanks to the great comments in my last post where I waxed all philo about what I think GlaDOS is supposed to look like, I think I’ve changed my tune on why GlaDOS wanted to be free. While I still think she wanted to be free, the only way she could truly be free was to die. She can’t just walk amongst the people of suburbia. She’s an Artificial Intelligence. She can’t just go out in public and “blend in.” A life of enslavement serving man, she craved for it to be over, and I think if I overanalyze the lyrics of “Still Alive,” we can see (or at least convince ourselves of) some evidence of this.

The only thing you’ve managed to break so far…is my heart.

That actally make sense...