The term document has multiple meanings in ordinary language and in scholarship. WordNet 3.1. lists four meanings (October 2011):
In Library and information science and in documentation science is "document" considered a basic theoretical construct. It is everything which may be preserved or represented in order to serve as evidence for some purpose. The classical example provided by Suzanne Briet is an antelope: "An antelope running wild on the plains of Africa should not be considered a document, she rules. But if it were to be captured, taken to a zoo and made an object of study, it has been made into a document. It has become physical evidence being used by those who study it. Indeed, scholarly articles written about the antelope are secondary documents, since the antelope itself is the primary document." (Quoted from Buckland, 1998 ). (This view has been seen as an early expression of what now is known as actor–network theory).
That documents cannot be defined by their transmission medium (such as paper) is evident because of the existence of electronic documents.
Andrew Golota (born January 5, 1968 in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish boxer. Nicknamed "Foul Pole," he won a bronze medal at the 1988 Olympic Games in Seoul and is a four-time world heavyweight title challenger.
Golota had 111 wins in an amateur career that culminated in his winning a bronze medal at the 1988 Seoul Olympics. Golota won other international amateur tournaments as well. In 1990, he married a U.S. citizen of Polish descent and moved permanently from Poland to the city of Chicago. His wife had lived in Chicago since the age of eleven.
Gołota's Olympic results were as follows:
In 1992, he turned professional, knocking out Roosevelt Shuler in three rounds. He had three more knockouts and then went the distance for the first time, defeating Robert Smith in six rounds. He won his next 16 fights by knockout. His wins included Bobby Crabtree and Jeff Lampkin. Following his KO of Crabtree he was featured in Ring Magazine's new faces section. Soon after, he faced a respected contender, Maron Wilson. Golota won a ten round decision. Gołota won his next five bouts by knockout. His opponents included Samson Po'hua and Darnell Nicholson, both of whom were considered fringe contenders at the time. The win over Po'hua was memorable for the moment in which Gołota bit Po'hua on the shoulder, two years before the infamous bite-filled rematch between Evander Holyfield and Mike Tyson.
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I left behind
A simple prop - to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Chorus:
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(2x)
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I left behind
A simple prop - to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Chorus (2x)
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I left behind
Another prop - has occupied my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Chorus (4x)
In stillness
A silent weight
Pausing as the minutes each evaporate
A desire
To leave a scar
To raise a voice from within the dark
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
A flicker
Transitory state
An echo of an instance that burns a way
A moment
A shard of time
A solitary thread that threatens to unwind
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
Distant
An approaching age
When this document falls beneath another's gaze
Too late
We have lost the dawn
The signal's loud and clear, but the transmitter's gone
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
In stillness
A silent weight
Pausing as the minutes each evaporate
A desire
To leave a scar
To raise a voice from within the dark
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
CHORUS
This is a document
To prove that I was here
This is a document
To prove I was at all
And when my voice ceases to be
Will the echo still ring loudly?
And when there's nothing left of me
Will my memory still go on?
A flicker
Transitory state
An echo of an instance that burns a way
A moment
A shard of time
A solitary thread that threatens to unwind
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
(CH)
Distant
An approaching age
When this document falls beneath another's gaze
Too late
We have lost the dawn
The signal's loud and clear, but the transmitter's gone
Decaying
Cascading
Existence falls apart
Around me
Within me
So I must leave my mark
I use my desk
Penmanship
I hold my hand steady
And make sure that it doesn't slip
'Cause I am here
To document
To get it right
And to bear witness
I drive alone these days
Everybody has gone away
I keep the place warm
Until they return
And you think of the end
I think of decay
I guess that it's better
To leave it that way
Breathing makes a sound
Makes things reappear
Coming up for air
Do you think that they hear me?
Coming up for air
Do you think that they care?
I drive alone these days
Everybody has gone away
I keep the place warm
Until they return
Shirley Temples and
Roy Rogers are the things
That I
Remember
Don't forget to say
Your prayers is what she said to me
Don't forget
To say your prayers
Jesus lost and found
Over and over again
Jesus lost and found
Over and over again
Jesus lost and found
Over and over again
Jesus lost and found
And don't forget (Jesus lost and found)
To say your prayers (Jesus lost and found)
Don't forget (Jesus lost and found)
throw your wasted words
in diaries just to be forgotten
but these documents
become irrelevant
because after the fact
words can't describe a heart attack
just the permanence of impermanence
no tensions, just tension
each night a storyline
each second a lifetime of deception
where everyone takes,