Hoy, al salir de casa, el día me dio la bienvenida con una envolvente manta de aire. No había duda; noviembre había llegado prematuramente. Siempre he pensado en octubre como la antesala de noviembre, y es que todo cambia a estas alturas del año: el aire se vuelve portador de una sórdida quietud que pulula en el ambiente; hasta la luz se vuelve pasiva como si el sol se deprimiera; ya no es brillante sino nostálgica, opaca; color sepia que hace de los días fotografías viejas de tiempos que se han abismado, que no sucederán; y que aún así se encuentran (falsamente) latentes. Las mañanas recuerdan a las tardes, las tardes traen con ellas esperanzas que permanecen en el reino de lo paradigmático; que nunca se realizan. Sin embargo, ésta eterna vigilia acumula esperanzas que mantienen un sueño “vivo”, aunque velado por una realidad que nunca será tangible, abstraído. Aletargado.Quizá esto es lo que le otorga a noviembre -y su octubre heraldo, aunque en menor medida- ese misterio insondable, esa melancolía perpetua e inefable que sólo se siente, no se explica; porque no hay nada que explicar y sí mucho que sentir; sentir porque no realizar, por no existir; sentir por recordar, por recordar cosas que no han sucedido, por esperar cosas que no sucederán. Quizá es esto lo que le confiere a noviembre esos días mórbidamente abstractos y aburridos; tardes de pululante esperanza petrificada; muerta por analogía aunque no-viva en realidad; pero finalmente presente (ilusión)…Yo tengo la teoría de que los muertos regresan a nosotros en forma de memorias, o -más bien- de la nostalgia que éstas memorias producen -aunque no sean necesariamente suyas. Creo firmemente en que el tiempo es la metáfora de la muerte. Cada segundo que vivimos representa un grano de arena menos en el reloj. Tenemos la falsa idea de que vivimos, de que nos deslizamos; pero en realidad nos mata, nos erosiona; crea surcos en nuestros cuerpos, los hace desiertos Éste tiempo-vida que morimos a cada segundo; éste tiempo-muerte que desvivimos hundidos en nuestra realidad…
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Inevitablemente llega el momento en el cual uno se queda irremediablemente solo. Existen dos caminos, el primero lleva por rumbos inciertos y oscuros, y después de mucho caminar entre selvas de reflexión, y esquivar -o a veces caer en-agujeros de tormentosos pensamientos, el camino llega a su fin cuando el caminante cae en la cuenta de que la distancia que ha recorrido hasta ese punto, lo lleva a un punto que no existe. De nada ha le servido caminar tanto, exponerse tanto, si al final el viajero se percata de que ha caminado en círculos; entonces, ¿Qué sucede con todas esas estructuras que sustentaban tan firmemente sus creencias, y por extensión, las de su grupo social? ¿De qué sirve el lenguaje, que es la madre de todas esas estructuras? ¿A caso se colapsa? y si se colapsa, ¿todo irremediablemente se colapsa con él? En dado caso, será necesario que el individuo se replantee su vida, asigne nuevos valores a cada aspecto de ella; pero… ¿cómo? El mero hecho de darse cuenta ya es el primer paso, pero aquí el individuo enfrenta otra bifurcación: reacciona ante la parálisis o se vuelve víctima-complice de ella, de esto me ocuparé más tarde.Por el otro lado, el individuo camina sobre un claro sendero que lo llevará de manera segura a el prototipo vigente de la vida en sociedad; tal sendero está cubierto por la luz de la ignorancia, peor aún, de la indiferencia. Anda por la vida diciendo que ama vivirla, sin embargo, eso no es amor, es ignorancia o indiferencia, es vivir al margen de la “realidad social” (pero la realidad social es, de igual forma, una ilusión que esconde el caos, no el inicial, que tenía un orden dentro de sí), es ignorar el entorno individual.
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An amalgamation of thoughts compiled into pages of evidence against you. Proof that you are, in fact, insane. Leather bound and beautiful lends an air of importance to the otherwise mundane. Self-imposed inhibitions dull the colors of delight. Faded hues of happiness no longer resemble its own essence. When did this phenomenon transform into acceptable losses? Years of dreary monotony have begun to erase the memory of rainbows and spring breezes. Searching for something...else, something more than what is seen. Torn, always, between fulfillment and the needs of others. Is it selfish to focus on yourself for a moment, if for so long the focus has been on those whose lives you touch?
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Fancy bows and pretty paper cover empty boxesA gift with no name never meant to be openedA hollow secret held tightly with invisible tapeEyed in passing by all, but noticed by noneAppreciated for its perfect wired ribbon loops and crisply creased cornersNever intended for close examinationFor if rattled, even slightly, it's secret would be uncovered
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Wasting away between here and thereNo destinationFloating in the murky waterBlurred lines with no path to followA tug of war 'tween hearts and mindsBusy work, busy work, not busy workingA means to an end with no end in sightDecisions made while uninformedVision skewed by a past yearning to be forgottenEver present in every shadowed cornerEmotionally aching beneath the surfaceLonging to run to a place where there is true freedom without fearDoes such a place exist?How can one calm the chaos without if there is no peace within?
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Old friends and warm heartsLong time no seeOut of sight but still in thoughtsLife changing alterationsTime-tested yet ignoredA link to a lifetime agoRemembrance of innocence, of fear and of truthRelationships forged in pubertySurviving adolescenceAnd latching on strong and trueLike a bulb long since forgotten under the soilA bit of sunshine bears a beautiful flowerBrilliant yet somehow familiarUnexpected surprises brighten the dayThe heart hangs in that peaceful placeBetween who you thought you were and who you think you areThat place that lets you see yourself how they see youThat place that, for a moment, lets you believe you are amazingThere is happiness in those instances when you are outside yourselfBriefly embracing the possibility that your roles do not define youThat there is more to you than you can seeFlying high above a warped sense of selfThere is peace and a feeling of truth in othersTrying hard to hold on to the momentRemembering and believingIf that can be done, the rest is easy
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Точнее, уже после юбилея. По Культуре только что закончилась получасовая передача о БГ, вполне себе ничего, мало закадрового текста и несколько старых любимых песен. Оказывается, он и про Йорка сочинил:...А я хожу и пою,И всё вокруг Бог;Я сам себе суфийИ сам себе Йорк...:))
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Will Radiohead be including Australian tour dates in 2009?..................................please dont forget your loyal fans from downunder!
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So i've been playing animal crossing for about a week and a half now...it's becoming a problem. I have also gotten my wife hooked as well. it's just like me to get someone else involved in my bad habits. It's a lot of fun to play that game. I've also not smoked...even though i feel like killing people all the time now. I've also really gotten into Modeselektor recently and it's been fun to listen to it at work. It makes the day go by much quicker. I do need to get some new music though, I always want more.I just realized that I was never able to get past the second level in Super Mario Bros. god, I suck at video games...and yet I deal with video games all day long.....who knew! i didn't....
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flash. blast. bam.a winner this time.this time.this time.this vrsion becomesthat vrsionwhich vrsion is yoursand which is mine?one never knows.ndo (ad infinitum.)
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Posted by Missy aka Mom on November 29, 2008 at 4:12pm
Is it just me or is the RHMB really hard to get. I just feel lost and out of place. Maybe someone could offer lessons. Where am I going with this...I don't know.
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Posted by w.a.s.t.e. on November 28, 2008 at 9:39pm
what we might be listening to in the office, `'what office?`' `'you know, at work" "oh.. right. is that what you call it?"..........
1. One Ting (Dabrye Remix) >King Midas Sound >Cool Out (Dabrye / Flying Lotus Remix) 2. Serious Times (Truth & Soul Vocal Version) >Gyptian >These Are Some Serious Times 3. Indian Thick Jawns feat. P.E.A.C.E >Diplo >Florida 4. The_Dark_Side_Of_The_Sun_2000_And_One_Remix_>Modeselektor 5. Pathwayz >Digital Mystikz 6. Double Checked > Sascha Funke 7. Bad Boy Lick A New Shot >Ninjaman, Bounty Killer, Beenie Man and Ninja Ford 8. Ick Muss Aus Dit Millieu Heraus >Paul Kalkbrenner 9. harrowdown logic jump rmx 10. Air (Featuring Doom) >Dabrye >Two/Three 11. Angels And Demons At Play >Sun Ra 12. Press The Trigger >Poison Chang >Rumble In The Jungle 13. South Rakkas Crew Remix >The Bug >Poison Dart 14. Encoded Flow (Featuring Kadence) >Dabrye >Two/Three 15. Pussyole (Old Skool) >Dizzee Rascal >Maths + English 16. >John Adams eerrrr... stuff
So lastnite I watched the CNN heroes Awards.Honoring 10 heroes on making a difference on those in needs.Every story brought me down into tears!These Heroes have sold their homes.. quit their jobs!! just to help those who are suffering! Provding food, shelther, clothes..education anything possible to ease their pain.AMAZING heart!inspiring ......John Legend perform this amazing song" if you're out there"great lyrics..http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2008/cnn.heroes/In alphabetical order, the Top 10 CNN Heroes of 2008 are:Tad Agoglia, Houston, Texas --Agoglia's First Response Team provides immediate help to areas hit by natural disasters. In a little over a year, he and his crew have aided thousands of victims at more than 15 sites across the United States, free of charge.Yohannes Gebregeorgis, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia --Moved by the lack of children's books and low literacy rates in his native Ethiopia, Gebregeorgis established Ethiopia Reads, bringing free public libraries and literacy programs to thousands of Ethiopian children.Carolyn LeCroy, Norfolk, Virginia --After serving time in prison, LeCroy started The Messages Project to help children stay connected with their incarcerated parents. She and volunteer camera crews have taped roughly 3,000 messages from inmates to their children.Anne Mahlum, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania --On her daily morning jogs, Mahlum used to run past homeless men. Today, she's helping to transform lives by running with them, and others as part of her "Back On My Feet" program.Liz McCartney, St. Bernard Parish, Louisiana --McCartney moved to New Orleans to dedicate herself to helping Hurricane Katrina survivors move back into their homes. Her nonprofit St. Bernard Project has rebuilt the homes of more than 120 families for free.Phymean Noun, Toronto, Ontario --Growing up in Cambodia, Noun struggled to complete high school. Today, she offers hundreds of Cambodian children who work in Phnom Penh's trash dump a way out -- through free schooling and job training.David Puckett, Savannah, Georgia --Puckett started Positive Image Prosthetics and Orthotics Missions -- PIPO -- to provide artificial limbs and braces and care to people in southeastern Mexico. Since November 2000 his mission has helped more than 420 people, free of charge.Maria Ruiz, El Paso, Texas --Several times a week, Ruiz crosses the border into Juarez, Mexico, to bring food, clothing and toys to hundreds of impoverished children and their families.Marie Da Silva, Los Angeles, California --Having lost 14 family members to AIDS, the Los Angeles nanny funds a school in her native Malawi -- where half a million children have been orphaned by the disease.Viola Vaughn, Kaolack, Senegal --The Detroit, Michigan, native moved to Senegal to retire. Instead, a group of failing schoolchildren asked her to help them pass their classes. Today, her "10,000 Girls" program is helping hundreds of girls succeed in school and run their own businesses."It is very rewarding to be able to honor these amazing, often unheralded individuals who are making a tremendous difference in their communities and beyond," Jim Walton, president of CNN Worldwide, said. "These stories of selfless achievement deserve to be told, and our multiple platforms around the world allow us to do that."
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I'm not the kind of person who randomly wishes a public man a happy birthday - well, not anymore. However, I want to celebrate the 100th birthday of Claude Levi-Strauss today. He's one of the few French people worth listening to...and I'm afraid France will be a much darker place when he's gone... Lazy people that we are... Wasn't that what Brel used to say ? That stupid people are in fact lazy ? Ah, so many beautiful thoughts...« Ce que je constate : ce sont les ravages actuels ; c'est la disparition effrayante des espèces vivantes, qu'elles soient végétales ou animales ; et le fait que du fait même de sa densité actuelle, l'espèce humaine vit sous une sorte de régime d'empoisonnement interne - si je puis dire - et je pense au présent et au monde dans lequel je suis en train de finir mon existence. Ce n'est pas un monde que j'aime. »« What I notice are the current ravages ; it's the frightening disappearance of living species, whether vegetable or animal ; and the fact that by the fact itself of its actual density, the human species lives under some kind of self-poisoning regime - so to speak - and I think about the present and about the world in which I am ending my existence. It is not a world that I love.»
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Thanks to Roxy Loves for the awesome PHOTO!For years PETA and like-minded freak outs have championed the cause of stopping the wholesale slaughter of turkeys on Thanksgiving. SNL even did a skit where a woman sings a song called "Basted in Blood". Being a sensitive, fair-minded conservative I have given these people a nod or two in the form of "I understand what they are thinking." They believe that turkeys are living breathing creatures with feelings and what not and must be protected. I believe that animals are living breathing creatures that taste good with gravy and stuffing. But I do understand their feelings on this score.But I'm not going to blog about Turkey's today, Today I want to talk about the Indians, no not the guys running the Kwik E Mart, the so called "Native Americans" that are all in a huff over there in California. Two elementary schools in Claremont California are trying to continue a 40-year tradition of dressing up as Pilgrims and Indians and having a Thanksgiving parade, and the Injuns don't like it one d*mn bit.I guess it started with one Indian mom (sorry ladies, but I can't help but notice that it is NEVER a man that has a problem, it's ALWAYS a woman - I don't know why, and I'm not saying anything on that score, it just seems to be the case - maybe men are just too d*mn lazy to get off their fat lazy asses and do something about the injustices in the world, ya, I'm sure that's it). Wow, I got off topic there, sorry.OK, so this one Indian mom got all concerned over this tradition where one elementary school would dress up as Pilgrims, and the other would dress up as Indians and then parade back and forth to each other's school and have a big feast. The costumes are all hand made out of paper and crayon, and yes there were many paper headbands with paper feathers sticking up in back. This woman bitched about it and the schools took immediate action by sending a letter to all the parents saying that the parades would continue but that wearing costumes was discouraged. God bless the parents that chose (in large numbers) to ignore this letter. Kids turned out in droves wearing their pilgrim hats and belt buckles, and Indian vests and head bands with the feathers.Now we're talking 5-year olds for the most part here, but yes there was a group of Indians out front with banners and signs with slogans these children could not read because, well, they just can't read yet. I tried like crazy to embed the video but seemed to be having a problem embedding CNN video, but just Google search "Claremont Costume Controversy" and you'll find it. I don't understand this at all. I really don't. The Indians were complaining that this is promoting a stereotype of Native Americans that just isn't true and is insulting to them and their culture.Would they prefer that the kids dress up in wrangler jeans and stumble around with half empty bottles of Wild Turkey Whiskey in their hands? Is that the culture they're trying to protect? Do they want them to dress up as cocktail waitress and black jack dealers with poker chips in their hands? Is that the heritage they're trying to protect? Don't these dumb mother f*ckers understand that the Indians as depicted in the Thanksgiving tradition is the best image they've got?I'm sure I don't know.We (the white man) could have been nicer to the Indians I guess. We could have tried to co-exist with them and help them maintain their culture and such, but we didn't. We drove them out and butchered and raped and introduced disease. We perverted their ways and shoved them into the worse parcels of lands in the U.S.A. I'm not going to apologize for that. I didn't do it. I had nothing to do with it. But white-guilt prevails. We are paying them reparations in the from of government subsidies. We apologize every chance we get. We even minted a coin and are going to mint lots and lots of other coins in their honor.Do we really have to give up the paper headband and feathers? Did the Native Americans wear suits and ties back then or did they weather animal hide for clothes with feathers on their head. I'm confused. Perhaps the Indians could also be a little thankful. I mean, we didn't wipe them out completely, which we easily could have done. They have the right to get married and vote. They can even run casinos in states where gambling is illegal for heaven's sake. We invented the Ford pick-up truck, the Remington Rifle and Whiskey which they seem to love like crazy. I think a little less piss'n and moan'n and little more gratitude is in order.I for one am going to keep the tradition of the Pilgrim-era Indian alive. The image of a primitive yet peaceful and industrious people, willing to share their land and their food and help out the poor out-of-their-element white man as they struggled to establish themselves in a foreign land. My family are going to continue to make paper headbands and feathers, and at dinner today, I'm going to personally thank the Native Americans for their hospitality that first Thanksgiving Day so many years ago.I expressed a lot of hate and hostility in this post which was offensive to some of you. For those of you who are offended, please try to understand it was to make a point. There is far too much hate and misunderstanding in this world. Today of all days we need to put that horsesh*t aside and be thankful for the things we have. We need to be grateful for the progress we've made towards being a more tolerant and enlightened people. We need to pray that we are able to continue at our own pace and ability along this journey in life to becoming better people.Happy Thanksgiving to each and everyone of you.
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