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I call dealing with your calendar the __alendar boogie_ because you seriously have to dance around to pull it alltogether.

Raise your hand if your calendar ever makes you feel the need for an oxygen mask!

I__ telling you that responsibly applying time strategy and proactively leveraging your calendar is the dumb ol_ secret to seeing your dreams come true.

The friend that always finds time to spend with you without consulting his or her calendar is a true friend.

Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

I refuse to believe in three things: cash, clock, and calendar. You should never be enslaved by these three.

Before you eat the elephant, make sure you know what parts you want to eat.

The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.

God schedules a birthday, not man.

Today is an ephemeral ghost...A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not "exist."In mundane terms, it marks a "leap" in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up!But this day holds another secret__t contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability...A day of unlocked potential.Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't

First, be ruthless about your calendar__tick to it, hell or high water but create space for unstructured time as well.

Each day has a color, a smell.

If forensic analysts confiscated your calendar and e-mail records and Web browsing history for the past six months, what would they conclude are your core priorities?

But you know, as I do, that the storm will passAnd that the implacable sun doesn't simply stopWhen obscured by a dark, pernicious cloud,Which is why I know I'll return to your house-On a Sunday that's there on the calendar-And laugh with you over a glass of grappa.