Don't touch your balls, please.
It is just a game, found on the Washington post.
It think it is clear enough.
If you want to try, in any language, here we are.
We could also send the best ones and buy some t-shirts with the pcosta's electronic panda, our logo.
Life is short - Autobiography as Haiku
Find a way to give insight into your life in under 100 words. Authors of selected entries will be notified and paid $100. Send text (accompanied by a daytime phone number) via e-mail (lifeisshort@washpost.com), fax (202-334-5587) or surface mail (Style, Life Is Short, 1150 15th St. NW, Washington, D.C. 20071).
Here there are some samples (from www.washingtonpost.com)
We met on a hike. I was 52. He was 71. He spoke of living in Washington in 1939, the year he turned 20. I said, "Hmm . . . I was a 1-year-old." We dated for years and then I broke it off. I told him that I realized that in five years he'd be 80 and I couldn't handle that. He continued to call and sent achingly tender letters. Eventually we married. That was eight years ago. We still hike. Last month he turned 84. I was wrong. I can handle it.
Joanie Walker
The electricity is humming in the library today and every day. These middle school kids are sophisticated users of technology. They Google, keyword search, online source, upload, download, PowerPoint, e-mail and image digitally. I teach them to use databases, electronic encyclopedias, primary sources, Web site evaluations, graphic organizers, proper note-taking and bibliographies. Suddenly there is a tap on my shoulder. Among the buzz I hear a small voice. "I loved the last book you recommended, Mrs. Paul. What do you think I should read next?" Ah, now I remember why I went to library school.
Myra Paul




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