mean, median, mode. pointless things we learn in math clas. i could never pay attention, doodling in my margins or writing notes to my friends instead. i was never able to wrap my head around numbers. words were always much more tangible, acceptable, to my mind. they still are.
In the mode of thought, life, and time, starts to stand still. The universe begins to collapse, slowly, at the pace of aging, of waiting. It begins to peel away, revealing layer after layer of complexity and longing.
Mode. It was a word that started with the letter ‘m’, which was followed closely by the alphabet ‘o’, the the curious fourth alphabet ‘d’, and finally, the last letter that made up the word, ‘e’. To say that ‘Mode’ was an interesting word, was an understatement. On the contrary, it was hardly intriguing.
Mode, the French word for fashion. I sit, kicking the seat in front of me, half-listening to the dulcet tones of my French professor. Ten minutes to the weekend, ten minutes closer to the summer, ten minutes closer to seeing him again. Excited, I didn’t know. Maybe more afraid than anything else.
computer mode, analytical, it’s kinda funny the way prople think. they always seem the have the same opinions, inly differentiated by symantics. the really interesting people are those who just chose the total oppostie of what people think and just go with it. usually they make more sense then anyone else in this world.
Edna Mode strides into the room, thick chunky spectacles sit on her nose bridge. Her angular bob swishes from side to side as she moves towards the secret room. She fishes out a plastic ID card and swipes it against the reader, the door slides open with a flourish. Cackling silently, she pulls the lever down to: Extreme Mode.
simple faces find me in the realm of simplicity as I enter this feeling I have invented through my organs. It is only simple to say poop is through the wall. If I were to sit back and watch as they would perform the old in out i out, then I would be confounded to prisoner as a pet.
I am in vacation mode this week. So nice to have the time to do anything we want and not to have to rush around like crazy people. This mode makes me happy! When I get too busy it is easy to forget to not enjoy the present because we are so focused on the what next. Vacation mode may not be so great if it were like this every day. It makes us appreciate these great bits of time together.
That’s almost MOD. I hope I like my manager on duty today. I hope it’s not one of the ones I like TOO much, that’s distracting…
I think about work too much.
I’m glad Saturday is my last shift.
When I see the word mode, it makes me think about when a computer messes up and has to go into ‘safety mode.’ I hate that so much. It also makes me think about what kind of mode I’m in. I’ve so sleepy and ready for the weekend.
When I see the word mode, it makes me think about when a computer messes up and has to go into ‘safety mode.’ I hate that so much. It also makes me think about what kind of mode I’m in. I’ve so sleepy and ready for the weekend.
when I see the word mode I think about the computer. I hate it when something happeneds with the computer and it tells you that it has to go into safety mode. It also makes me think about the state I’m in. I feel like I’m in sleep mode
One mode of coping to mortality is to scream like a siren and wave your arms in a cyclonic motion. Another is to take up a clipboard and start making small notes with a green pen. I like to dress in a chicken suit and dance to ragtime piano. All of these methods are appropriate and ineffective.
a mode is an unknown entity when you first get mathematical data. it is figured out through a series of simple equations, including addition and division. mode is another word for average in this regard.
A type. A model. A certain way of doing something. The thing you get in the mood for. A way of trying to become like yourself. You must shape yourself to be this, you must make yourself to not be this. It is the mold we fit and the air we breathe. Something as simple as four letters but complicated as life.
It was so simple a matter. Why couldn’t we decide on which mode of transportation to use? Why did we always have to argue so much? Nothing was ever simple with my friend and i.
i have to change mode. no longer are things going the way i thought. all my plans have to change and so does my mindset. what will happen when i return, shit. what’ll happen while i am away. i thought i knew all of that… there was no return. made it so much easier.
mode is one way of describing fashion. It is of latin origins and is also moda in italian. Italy is famous for its designer fashions and couture. Uh I dunno. I like dolce and gabbana, personally, and john galliano. He is great. Not so much Miucca prada, or the fendi lines. Not a big fan, honestly. I love fashion, as you can tell. Cant believe I wrote this much.
When I was in cleaning mode today, all I could think about was how simplified it was to organize things at work than it was in my own room. The things at work hold no sentimental value, nor is there too much of it. It’s always been easier for me to organize someone elses’ things, but for me, organizing my own stuff can also add more clutter. I’m not sure why, but it does happen, and I guess because I want to hold things that I don’t want to regret I got rid of later (since I’ve done it a few times), and also because some things hold sentimental value. But I am not a pack-rat nor extremely messy. I can’t stand either.
i really don’t know the definition of mode. when this word came up i thought of the different “modes” i go into when i need to protect myself from others knowing how i really feel inside. first one that comes to mind is my “happy mode” i use this alot, i feel that showing the true depth of my sadness is showing that i’m week, so i put on a happy face and pretend sad is the furthest thing from what i’m feeling at the moment. really though, it does the opposite of protect me. it makes it worse and makes me feel even more sad inside, but then, i just get better at “happy mode”. i’ve gotten so good at it that i think i’ve forgotten how to be sad. . . .how to be vulnerable.
The mode of transport I prefer is probably bicycling. You can enjoy nature and fresh air and the sunlight while on a trip on your bicycle. Being in a car just seems dangerous and confining to me. The bicycle also gets you active and brings fresh air into your lungs.
The active mode was ON, making the day more exciting that it had seemed to be at first. The acceleration did glue us into our seats but no one complained when the galaxy started to crush on the giant windshield. Stars, no bugs: Being an astronaut has a few perks.
i feel like there’s this mode i go into sometimes. sometimes when people i like too much are around. the people who i wish i could love, that can’t love me back. i go into this intense mode of over-analyzing everything. it’s fucking strange to feel like you’re on some auto-pilot that causes self-sabotage.
Mode is a crappy word. It makes me think of the Spanish phrase “de moda” which means “in fashion”. I always thought that was cool because in english we don’t say anything like “in the current mode” but what do you know, Spanish is just that much cooler than English.
He loved apple pie, but he loved it with ice cream best. Sometimes a slice of cheddar cheese. I remember asking dad wwhat “a la mode” meant and wondering hwo the two conected. I’ve always loved playing with words, wondering about their connections and meanings and how to say the thing in a different way.
mode of transportation. a la mode. fashion. ice cream.
mean, median, mode. pointless things we learn in math clas. i could never pay attention, doodling in my margins or writing notes to my friends instead. i was never able to wrap my head around numbers. words were always much more tangible, acceptable, to my mind. they still are.
Mode
this is a kind of environment for a pc. There are normaly two mode there one for 40 and other for 80.
In the mode of thought, life, and time, starts to stand still. The universe begins to collapse, slowly, at the pace of aging, of waiting. It begins to peel away, revealing layer after layer of complexity and longing.
The style, the conformed to M.O., the way in which we tend to perform, fashion, cliche, appropriation, setting, configuration. It is expected.
Mode is transient. Mode is something in between. Mode gives me a feeling of movement and feeling. It’s never still.
Mode. It was a word that started with the letter ‘m’, which was followed closely by the alphabet ‘o’, the the curious fourth alphabet ‘d’, and finally, the last letter that made up the word, ‘e’. To say that ‘Mode’ was an interesting word, was an understatement. On the contrary, it was hardly intriguing.
Mode, the French word for fashion. I sit, kicking the seat in front of me, half-listening to the dulcet tones of my French professor. Ten minutes to the weekend, ten minutes closer to the summer, ten minutes closer to seeing him again. Excited, I didn’t know. Maybe more afraid than anything else.
a method, a way o doing something.
depends on character of a person
computer mode, analytical, it’s kinda funny the way prople think. they always seem the have the same opinions, inly differentiated by symantics. the really interesting people are those who just chose the total oppostie of what people think and just go with it. usually they make more sense then anyone else in this world.
Edna Mode strides into the room, thick chunky spectacles sit on her nose bridge. Her angular bob swishes from side to side as she moves towards the secret room. She fishes out a plastic ID card and swipes it against the reader, the door slides open with a flourish. Cackling silently, she pulls the lever down to: Extreme Mode.
simple faces find me in the realm of simplicity as I enter this feeling I have invented through my organs. It is only simple to say poop is through the wall. If I were to sit back and watch as they would perform the old in out i out, then I would be confounded to prisoner as a pet.
which mode is the music in?
This is the day that the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it!
I am in vacation mode this week. So nice to have the time to do anything we want and not to have to rush around like crazy people. This mode makes me happy! When I get too busy it is easy to forget to not enjoy the present because we are so focused on the what next. Vacation mode may not be so great if it were like this every day. It makes us appreciate these great bits of time together.
change gears
shift
going into another state
alebraic term
term for numbers which mean most
difficulty level
That’s almost MOD. I hope I like my manager on duty today. I hope it’s not one of the ones I like TOO much, that’s distracting…
I think about work too much.
I’m glad Saturday is my last shift.
When I see the word mode, it makes me think about when a computer messes up and has to go into ‘safety mode.’ I hate that so much. It also makes me think about what kind of mode I’m in. I’ve so sleepy and ready for the weekend.
When I see the word mode, it makes me think about when a computer messes up and has to go into ‘safety mode.’ I hate that so much. It also makes me think about what kind of mode I’m in. I’ve so sleepy and ready for the weekend.
when I see the word mode I think about the computer. I hate it when something happeneds with the computer and it tells you that it has to go into safety mode. It also makes me think about the state I’m in. I feel like I’m in sleep mode
Mode: Betty Suarez works at Mode. Her boss is Daniel Meade, son of the late owner of Meade Publications, which owns Mode. Betty is nice.
One mode of coping to mortality is to scream like a siren and wave your arms in a cyclonic motion. Another is to take up a clipboard and start making small notes with a green pen. I like to dress in a chicken suit and dance to ragtime piano. All of these methods are appropriate and ineffective.
a mode is an unknown entity when you first get mathematical data. it is figured out through a series of simple equations, including addition and division. mode is another word for average in this regard.
A type. A model. A certain way of doing something. The thing you get in the mood for. A way of trying to become like yourself. You must shape yourself to be this, you must make yourself to not be this. It is the mold we fit and the air we breathe. Something as simple as four letters but complicated as life.
Something i like doing. Helps building knowledge. Reading is food for the mind. Good way to kill time. Spend summers reading substantial books.
I am like an emo transformer. Form of Apathetic Scene Kid, form of Angry Nerd, form of Arrogant Geek. At least I can still transform into a dinosaur.
It was so simple a matter. Why couldn’t we decide on which mode of transportation to use? Why did we always have to argue so much? Nothing was ever simple with my friend and i.
i have to change mode. no longer are things going the way i thought. all my plans have to change and so does my mindset. what will happen when i return, shit. what’ll happen while i am away. i thought i knew all of that… there was no return. made it so much easier.
Ugly betty fumbling around for the magazine/family/friends, but winning confidently at the end of the day.
mode is one way of describing fashion. It is of latin origins and is also moda in italian. Italy is famous for its designer fashions and couture. Uh I dunno. I like dolce and gabbana, personally, and john galliano. He is great. Not so much Miucca prada, or the fendi lines. Not a big fan, honestly. I love fashion, as you can tell. Cant believe I wrote this much.
toad. load. bestowed. told. rowed. mowed. sewed. corrode. towed. implode.
Mode is a four letter word and i’m in no mood to make any kind of significant contribution regarding this word. TGIF!
Mode. Change. Methods of operation. Depeche Mode. Something something.
When I was in cleaning mode today, all I could think about was how simplified it was to organize things at work than it was in my own room. The things at work hold no sentimental value, nor is there too much of it. It’s always been easier for me to organize someone elses’ things, but for me, organizing my own stuff can also add more clutter. I’m not sure why, but it does happen, and I guess because I want to hold things that I don’t want to regret I got rid of later (since I’ve done it a few times), and also because some things hold sentimental value. But I am not a pack-rat nor extremely messy. I can’t stand either.
i really don’t know the definition of mode. when this word came up i thought of the different “modes” i go into when i need to protect myself from others knowing how i really feel inside. first one that comes to mind is my “happy mode” i use this alot, i feel that showing the true depth of my sadness is showing that i’m week, so i put on a happy face and pretend sad is the furthest thing from what i’m feeling at the moment. really though, it does the opposite of protect me. it makes it worse and makes me feel even more sad inside, but then, i just get better at “happy mode”. i’ve gotten so good at it that i think i’ve forgotten how to be sad. . . .how to be vulnerable.
The mode of transport I prefer is probably bicycling. You can enjoy nature and fresh air and the sunlight while on a trip on your bicycle. Being in a car just seems dangerous and confining to me. The bicycle also gets you active and brings fresh air into your lungs.
The active mode was ON, making the day more exciting that it had seemed to be at first. The acceleration did glue us into our seats but no one complained when the galaxy started to crush on the giant windshield. Stars, no bugs: Being an astronaut has a few perks.
i feel like there’s this mode i go into sometimes. sometimes when people i like too much are around. the people who i wish i could love, that can’t love me back. i go into this intense mode of over-analyzing everything. it’s fucking strange to feel like you’re on some auto-pilot that causes self-sabotage.
Mode is a crappy word. It makes me think of the Spanish phrase “de moda” which means “in fashion”. I always thought that was cool because in english we don’t say anything like “in the current mode” but what do you know, Spanish is just that much cooler than English.
He loved apple pie, but he loved it with ice cream best. Sometimes a slice of cheddar cheese. I remember asking dad wwhat “a la mode” meant and wondering hwo the two conected. I’ve always loved playing with words, wondering about their connections and meanings and how to say the thing in a different way.