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I have to work tomorrow. It's the first time (oddly enough, on a Sunday) that I've worked on this day in ten years. It's probably going to be just like yesterday, which in a way, is good.
In lieu of posting anything prolific or profound since nothing any one person could say could sum up anything about what this day originally meant, what it's become over time, and what it's perceived to be, I'd rather just ask one thing of you all. It's something we often forget to do, as simple as it sounds, but, if only for today, do it.
Live.
In lieu of posting anything prolific or profound since nothing any one person could say could sum up anything about what this day originally meant, what it's become over time, and what it's perceived to be, I'd rather just ask one thing of you all. It's something we often forget to do, as simple as it sounds, but, if only for today, do it.
Live.
I woke up at 7:15am, to the second day of what turns out to be a Nor'easter. At times, it's like there's paparazzi in my bedroom, from the lightning flashes illuminating parts of the room.
Like recent years, today wasn't looming in mind, save for thinking of it at times yesterday. They're up to the P's as I write this, the memorial at the WTC continuing in the rain, with a family member and a volunteer member reading each of the names of the departed.
As I watch CNN this morning, however, they announced something even some of the reporters can't believe; that the Coast Guard Coast Guard held an unreported (to the press) training exercise in the restricted area of the Potomac River, visibly in between the 14th Street and Memorial Bridges (which I'm watching live as well), while President Obama was attending a memorial service at the Pentagon. Early reports on CNN said ten shots may have been fired upon a suspicious vessel:
From CNN:
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- An incident Friday that triggered concerns about the security of President Obama on the eighth anniversary of the September 11 attacks turned out to be a training exercise, officials said.
U.S. Coast Guard vessels are seen Friday between the Memorial and 14th Street bridges on the Potomac River. Minutes after Obama crossed the Memorial Bridge after an event at the Pentagon, word broke that a U.S. Coast Guard vessel apparently was trying to prevent a suspicious boat from entering a security zone. There were reports on police scanners that the Coast Guard fired 10 rounds of ammunition. But a Department of Homeland Security representative later said no shots had been fired. The Secret Service said the president was back at the White House by the time of the reports of shots being fired.
One young girl just said "Don't remember their death, but celebrate their life". Her co-reader, who spoke on behalf of the volunteer side, appealed directly to Congress and President Obama for continued movement and work toward healthcare in support of the emergency workers and people suffering from disaster-related illnesses, which was met with applause from the crowd.
They're up to the R's now.
And tornado warnings have been declared for my area by CNN Weather. The day goes on.
Like recent years, today wasn't looming in mind, save for thinking of it at times yesterday. They're up to the P's as I write this, the memorial at the WTC continuing in the rain, with a family member and a volunteer member reading each of the names of the departed.
As I watch CNN this morning, however, they announced something even some of the reporters can't believe; that the Coast Guard Coast Guard held an unreported (to the press) training exercise in the restricted area of the Potomac River, visibly in between the 14th Street and Memorial Bridges (which I'm watching live as well), while President Obama was attending a memorial service at the Pentagon. Early reports on CNN said ten shots may have been fired upon a suspicious vessel:
From CNN:
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- An incident Friday that triggered concerns about the security of President Obama on the eighth anniversary of the September 11 attacks turned out to be a training exercise, officials said.
U.S. Coast Guard vessels are seen Friday between the Memorial and 14th Street bridges on the Potomac River. Minutes after Obama crossed the Memorial Bridge after an event at the Pentagon, word broke that a U.S. Coast Guard vessel apparently was trying to prevent a suspicious boat from entering a security zone. There were reports on police scanners that the Coast Guard fired 10 rounds of ammunition. But a Department of Homeland Security representative later said no shots had been fired. The Secret Service said the president was back at the White House by the time of the reports of shots being fired.
One young girl just said "Don't remember their death, but celebrate their life". Her co-reader, who spoke on behalf of the volunteer side, appealed directly to Congress and President Obama for continued movement and work toward healthcare in support of the emergency workers and people suffering from disaster-related illnesses, which was met with applause from the crowd.
They're up to the R's now.
And tornado warnings have been declared for my area by CNN Weather. The day goes on.
RIP Senator Kennedy.
Aug. 26th, 2009 12:40 pm"We know the future will outlast all of us, but I believe that all of us will live on in the future we make."
Brother, Son, Father, Senator, Honorary Knight, Champion and Villain.
Whatever title you choose to bestow upon him, his breadth, depth, and reach affected us all.
RIP, Senator Kennedy.
Images and quote courtesy of NY Times:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/27/us/politics/27kennedy.html?_r=3&hp=&pagewanted=all
Brother, Son, Father, Senator, Honorary Knight, Champion and Villain.
Whatever title you choose to bestow upon him, his breadth, depth, and reach affected us all.
RIP, Senator Kennedy.
Images and quote courtesy of NY Times:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/27/us/politics/27kennedy.html?_r=3&hp=&pagewanted=all
It's Alive!
Mar. 13th, 2008 12:41 pmHi everyone. Well, due to a failure on my part for not checking email, I "lost" my account for a few days when the payment thing didn't renew - but everything seems to be intact, so yay.
As for my intact-ness, as far as LJ-land goes, Hi to those of you that are newly joining me, *waving!* to those of you I know and haven't kept up with lately, and for those that have no idea what I'm talking about, well, *shrug*. :)
Anyway, the short version, since I have no idea when I last updated:
- (Still) working at the American Heart Association, now as a Regional Director for the state. Not as "glamourous" as it sounds; (ha), I oscillate between supercrazybusy and ... not. I also don't cover the WHOLE state but 11 of the 21 counties, but, that gets a bit long to fit on a business card. Most days I like what I do but there's times when I don't like HOW I have to do my job. So it goes.
- I finally FINALLY identified why I haven't been feeling physically well over the last 6 months or so- I have a severely herniated disk in my lower back. It hasn't responded to epidurals, so my next steps are seeing about back or other type of surgery. I've also discovered recently I have diabetes (oh fun), and that contributes to the back pain (who knew?). So, I joined a fitness center associated with an area hospital (and one we happen to work with), am waiting to get my medical release to exercise -today!- and continue taking lots of drugs. Woot. More to come.
- The best news, IMO, is "Mr D"- I met him back in June,online, and we've been together ever since. He's a screenwriter, has written 3 movies, writes for the Simpsons and Bart Simpson comics, and has his own webcomic - SuperFrat - (superfrat.com) that he's pimpin' at cons all the time, among other things. He also wrote "Complete Mafia for d20",and if I can get off my ass and finish editing and assembling it, the 2nd book: "Complete Mafia: West Coast". :) (shush, I'm not done yet.) For you gamers, he also writes "Lookin' at Comics" in Knights of the Dinner Table, and wrote the "Hacklopedia of Beasts" (monsters encyclopedia) for Hackmaster. (This is one of those times I wish Skaven had a LJ.He'd appreciate this. Or at least know what I was talking about.) Anyway, outside of all that, he's awesome, even if some of his fans are a little... well, you know. Right now he's in L.A. working on some business deals with his business partner and Ahmet Zappa (yes, THAT Zappa), and ending his L.A.-sushi-eating-tour with the Wizard World L.A. con this week. Of course, I miss him.:)
So, I ought to get back to work now, but I'll try to update more often.
What's more often than "never", again?
hah!
As for my intact-ness, as far as LJ-land goes, Hi to those of you that are newly joining me, *waving!* to those of you I know and haven't kept up with lately, and for those that have no idea what I'm talking about, well, *shrug*. :)
Anyway, the short version, since I have no idea when I last updated:
- (Still) working at the American Heart Association, now as a Regional Director for the state. Not as "glamourous" as it sounds; (ha), I oscillate between supercrazybusy and ... not. I also don't cover the WHOLE state but 11 of the 21 counties, but, that gets a bit long to fit on a business card. Most days I like what I do but there's times when I don't like HOW I have to do my job. So it goes.
- I finally FINALLY identified why I haven't been feeling physically well over the last 6 months or so- I have a severely herniated disk in my lower back. It hasn't responded to epidurals, so my next steps are seeing about back or other type of surgery. I've also discovered recently I have diabetes (oh fun), and that contributes to the back pain (who knew?). So, I joined a fitness center associated with an area hospital (and one we happen to work with), am waiting to get my medical release to exercise -today!- and continue taking lots of drugs. Woot. More to come.
- The best news, IMO, is "Mr D"- I met him back in June,online, and we've been together ever since. He's a screenwriter, has written 3 movies, writes for the Simpsons and Bart Simpson comics, and has his own webcomic - SuperFrat - (superfrat.com) that he's pimpin' at cons all the time, among other things. He also wrote "Complete Mafia for d20",and if I can get off my ass and finish editing and assembling it, the 2nd book: "Complete Mafia: West Coast". :) (shush, I'm not done yet.) For you gamers, he also writes "Lookin' at Comics" in Knights of the Dinner Table, and wrote the "Hacklopedia of Beasts" (monsters encyclopedia) for Hackmaster. (This is one of those times I wish Skaven had a LJ.He'd appreciate this. Or at least know what I was talking about.) Anyway, outside of all that, he's awesome, even if some of his fans are a little... well, you know. Right now he's in L.A. working on some business deals with his business partner and Ahmet Zappa (yes, THAT Zappa), and ending his L.A.-sushi-eating-tour with the Wizard World L.A. con this week. Of course, I miss him.:)
So, I ought to get back to work now, but I'll try to update more often.
What's more often than "never", again?
hah!
What is it?
Heart disease and stroke are the number one and number three killers of women in the United States.
On February 1st, 2008, you can join with thousands of women, companies, organizations and cities across America for the American Heart Association's National Wear Red Day. By wearing something red and making a donation, you'll help the American Heart Association support ongoing research and education about women and heart disease.
Want more information on what National Wear Red Day is about?
Go to: http://www.goredforwomen.org/national_wear_red_day.html
or send me email* about participating - at work, in your neighborhood - anywhere you'd like to help get the message out!
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Something new for 2008!
Campbells is sponsoring the Go Red Campaign this year to raise awareness for women's heart health.
They have asked designer Lisa Perry to design three dresses and the voting is now on to see which design the public likes best!
Toni Braxton, their spokesperson, will wear the winning design on The View on February 1st, which is National Wear Red Day.
For each vote cast, Campbells is donating $1 to the American Heart Association, and you can vote as often as you'd like!
Cast your vote at: http://www.GoRedWithCampbells.com/
Spread the word to your family and friends, vote often and get a "sneak peek" of this year's dresses at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAh1UPPo45I
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What else can I do?
Take the Go Red Heart CheckUp at http://www.goredforwomen.org/hcu/index.aspx
to educate yourself and know your risk for heart disease and stroke!
You can also join the Go Red For Women movement, and become part of the fight against heart disease, the No. 1 killer of women in America. Your involvement in the movement can help save lives of mothers, sisters, aunts, daughters, grandmothers, best friends, and other women just like you, or the women you love!
Go to: http://my.americanheart.org/sorp/registration/registration/goRed/registration_1.jsp?campaignId=3 to register!
*(Please send any questions about Wear Red Day via my LJ page with contact info, and I will respond via a private message. Thanks for your support!)
Heart disease and stroke are the number one and number three killers of women in the United States.
On February 1st, 2008, you can join with thousands of women, companies, organizations and cities across America for the American Heart Association's National Wear Red Day. By wearing something red and making a donation, you'll help the American Heart Association support ongoing research and education about women and heart disease.
Want more information on what National Wear Red Day is about?
Go to: http://www.goredforwomen.org/national_wear_red_day.html
or send me email* about participating - at work, in your neighborhood - anywhere you'd like to help get the message out!
---------
Something new for 2008!
Campbells is sponsoring the Go Red Campaign this year to raise awareness for women's heart health.
They have asked designer Lisa Perry to design three dresses and the voting is now on to see which design the public likes best!
Toni Braxton, their spokesperson, will wear the winning design on The View on February 1st, which is National Wear Red Day.
For each vote cast, Campbells is donating $1 to the American Heart Association, and you can vote as often as you'd like!
Cast your vote at: http://www.GoRedWithCampbells.com/
Spread the word to your family and friends, vote often and get a "sneak peek" of this year's dresses at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAh1UPPo45I
-------------
What else can I do?
Take the Go Red Heart CheckUp at http://www.goredforwomen.org/hcu/index.aspx
to educate yourself and know your risk for heart disease and stroke!
You can also join the Go Red For Women movement, and become part of the fight against heart disease, the No. 1 killer of women in America. Your involvement in the movement can help save lives of mothers, sisters, aunts, daughters, grandmothers, best friends, and other women just like you, or the women you love!
Go to: http://my.americanheart.org/sorp/registration/registration/goRed/registration_1.jsp?campaignId=3 to register!
*(Please send any questions about Wear Red Day via my LJ page with contact info, and I will respond via a private message. Thanks for your support!)
MN photos!
Jun. 11th, 2007 11:57 pm
This way to Lego Fett, Sharks and Snoopy!
The trip was... alright.
The return trip, however... let's just say I've never experienced turbulence on this level.. we were re-routed to Canada (because of the terrorist threat the day earlier, and the weather); and it was so bad at one point, people were PRAYING. ALOUD.
Then they were quiet.
THAT was even freakier.
But we made it.
It's over. (Sopranos)
Jun. 10th, 2007 10:07 pmSo, the last episode of The Sopranos just ended.
I liked it. My mother, not so much.
( Courtesy cut for those that haven't seen it. )
I liked it. My mother, not so much.
( Courtesy cut for those that haven't seen it. )
Merry Christmas everyone!
Dec. 25th, 2006 02:24 amEight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.
"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.' Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest man that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! He lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
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Best wishes to you all for the coming year.
love,
La.
"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.' Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest man that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! He lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
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Best wishes to you all for the coming year.
love,
La.
chinese fortune cookie
Nov. 21st, 2006 12:49 am-positive developments in work and in personal life make for happy time.
too early to say yet (jinxing!) but, *snoopy dance*!!!
I wish I had corachaos's grinning lady icon for this post.
too early to say yet (jinxing!) but, *snoopy dance*!!!
I wish I had corachaos's grinning lady icon for this post.
It's really hard to believe it's been five years.
I've been thinking.
I know quite a few of my friends, as well as hearing/reading about this before - well, it's hard to articulate, but I wonder in some sense if some of us knew this was coming.
Not in the actual sense - in the metaphysical one.
I know reading back on my own journal entries, as well as reading other friends' journals at the time, how it seemed like there was just something very wrong... I mean, what else would have drawn me back here so strongly? Two/three days before?
What else would have made me feel so unstable?
( For those people that dont wish to or choose not to believe in this stuff, that's fine, but I and my family have had too many 'coincidences' to chalk it up as such. )
I've been thinking.
I know quite a few of my friends, as well as hearing/reading about this before - well, it's hard to articulate, but I wonder in some sense if some of us knew this was coming.
Not in the actual sense - in the metaphysical one.
I know reading back on my own journal entries, as well as reading other friends' journals at the time, how it seemed like there was just something very wrong... I mean, what else would have drawn me back here so strongly? Two/three days before?
What else would have made me feel so unstable?
( For those people that dont wish to or choose not to believe in this stuff, that's fine, but I and my family have had too many 'coincidences' to chalk it up as such. )
A Poet's Voice XV; Khalil Gibran
Sep. 11th, 2006 09:21 amA Poet's Voice XV; Khalil Gibran
Part One
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty.
Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct the stranger through the dark.
I do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.
Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God.
Human kinds cling to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear inhumanity from my heart.
Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens him with enlivening pains.
Humans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all communities and belong to no settlement. The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.
Men are weak, and it is sad that they divide amongst themselves. The world is narrow and it is unwise to cleave it into kingdoms, empires, and provinces.
Human kinds unite themselves one to destroy the temples of the soul, and they join hands to build edifices for earthly bodies. I stand alone listening to the voice of hope in my deep self saying, "As love enlivens a man's heart with pain, so ignorance teaches him the way of knowledge." Pain and ignorance lead to great joy and knowledge because the Supreme Being has created nothing vain under the sun.
Part Two
I have a yearning for my beautiful country, and I love its people because of their misery. But if my people rose, stimulated by plunder and motivated by what they call "patriotic spirit" to murder, and invaded my neighbor's country, then upon the committing of any human atrocity I would hate my people and my country.
I sing the praise of my birthplace and long to see the home of my children; but if the people in that home refused to shelter and feed the needy wayfarer, I would convert my praise into anger and my longing to forgetfulness. My inner voice would say, "The house that does not comfort the need is worthy of naught by destruction."
I love my native village with some of my love for my country; and I love my country with part of my love for the earth, all of which is my country; and I love the earth will all of myself because it is the haven of humanity, the manifest spirit of God.
Humanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that humanity is standing amidst ruins, hiding its nakedness behind tattered rags, shedding tears upon hollow cheeks, and calling for its children with pitiful voice. But the children are busy singing their clan's anthem; they are busy sharpening the swords and cannot hear the cry of their mothers.
Humanity appeals to its people but they listen not. Were one to listen, and console a mother by wiping her tears, other would say, "He is weak, affected by sentiment."
Humanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that Supreme Being preaches love and good-will. But the people ridicule such teachings. The Nazarene Jesus listened, and crucifixion was his lot; Socrates heard the voice and followed it, and he too fell victim in body. The followers of The Nazarene and Socrates are the followers of Deity, and since people will not kill them, they deride them, saying, "Ridicule is more bitter than killing."
Jerusalem could not kill The Nazarene, nor Athens Socrates; they are living yet and shall live eternally. Ridicule cannot triumph over the followers of Deity. They live and grow forever.
Part Three
Thou art my brother because you are a human, and we both are sons of one Holy Spirit; we are equal and made of the same earth.
You are here as my companion along the path of life, and my aid in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. You are a human, and, that fact sufficing, I love you as a brother. You may speak of me as you choose, for Tomorrow shall take you away and will use your talk as evidence for his judgment, and you shall receive justice.
You may deprive me of whatever I possess, for my greed instigated the amassing of wealth and you are entitled to my lot if it will satisfy you.
You may do unto me whatever you wish, but you shall not be able to touch my Truth.
You may shed my blood and burn my body, but you cannot kill or hurt my spirit.
You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but who shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky.
You are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in your mosque. You and I and all are children of one religion, for the varied paths of religion are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being, extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, anxious to receive all.
I love you for your Truth, derived from your knowledge; that Truth which I cannot see because of my ignorance. But I respect it as a divine thing, for it is the deed of the spirit. Your Truth shall meet my Truth in the coming world and blend together like the fragrance of flowers and becoming one whole and eternal Truth, perpetuating and living in the eternity of Love and Beauty.
I love you because you are weak before the strong oppressor, and poor before the greedy rich. For these reasons I shed tears and comfort you; and from behind my tears I see you embraced in the arms of Justice, smiling and forgiving your persecutors. You are my brother and I love you.
Part Four
You are my brother, but why are you quarreling with me? Why do you invade my country and try to subjugate me for the sake of pleasing those who are seeking glory and authority?
Why do you leave your wife and children and follow Death to the distant land for the sake of those who buy glory with your blood, and high honor with your mother's tears?
Is it an honor for a man to kill his brother man? If you deem it an honor, let it be an act of worship, and erect a temple to Cain who slew his brother Abel.
Is self-preservation the first law of Nature? Why, then, does Greed urge you to self-sacrifice in order only to achieve his aim in hurting your brothers? Beware, my brother, of the leader who says, "Love of existence obliges us to deprive the people of their rights!" I say unto you but this: protecting others' rights is the noblest and most beautiful human act; if my existence requires that I kill others, then death is more honorable to me, and if I cannot find someone to kill me for the protection of my honor, I will not hesitate to take my life by my own hands for the sake of Eternity before Eternity comes.
Selfishness, my brother, is the cause of blind superiority, and superiority creates clanship, and clanship creates authority which leads to discord and subjugation.
The soul believes in the power of knowledge and justice over dark ignorance; it denies the authority that supplies the swords to defend and strengthen ignorance and oppression - that authority which destroyed Babylon and shook the foundation of Jerusalem and left Rome in ruins. It is that which made people call criminals great mean; made writers respect their names; made historians relate the stories of their inhumanity in manner of praise.
The only authority I obey is the knowledge of guarding and acquiescing in the Natural Law of Justice.
What justice does authority display when it kills the killer? When it imprisons the robber? When it descends on a neighborhood country and slays its people? What does justice think of the authority under which a killer punishes the one who kills, and a thief sentences the one who steals?
You are my brother, and I love you; and Love is justice with its full intensity and dignity. If justice did not support my love for you, regardless of your tribe and community, I would be a deceiver concealing the ugliness of selfishness behind the outer garment of pure love.
Conclusion
My soul is my friend who consoles me in misery and distress of life. He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy of humanity, and he who does not find human guidance within himself will perish desperately. Life emerges from within, and derives not from environs.
I came to say a word and I shall say it now. But if death prevents its uttering, it will be said tomorrow, for tomorrow never leaves a secret in the book of eternity.
I came to live in the glory of love and the light of beauty, which are the reflections of God. I am here living, and the people are unable to exile me from the domain of life for they know I will live in death. If they pluck my eyes I will hearken to the murmers of love and the songs of beauty.
If they close my ears I will enjoy the touch of the breeze mixed with the incebse of love and the fragrance of beauty.
If they place me in a vacuum, I will live together with my soul, the child of love and beauty.
I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitude will be echoed by tomorrow to the people.
What I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by many hearts.
I died in your fissure tonight
Jul. 2nd, 2006 11:16 pmI died in the Dungeon of Lachesis
I was killed in a crystalline fissure by Lil Laurel the dragon, whilst carrying...
the Sceptre of Car Shows, the Shield of Dralion, the Sword of Othniel77, the Shield of Elvendoll, the Shield of Party Planning and 15 gold pieces.
Score: 20
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Mr. Softee founder gone cold
Jun. 1st, 2006 10:31 pmOr, "does cryogenics do swirl?"
sorry, I couldnt help it.
A founder of Mister Softee company dies
6/1/2006, 10:59 a.m. ET
The Associated Press
OCEAN CITY, N.J. (AP) — James F. Conway Sr., an entrepreneur whose Mister Softee ice cream trucks brought frozen treats to millions of customers over the company's 50-year history, has died. He was 78.
Conway's son, Jim Conway Jr., who is a vice president at the Runnemede-based company, said his father died of cancer Sunday at his Ocean City home.
The elder Conway and his brother William, who both worked at the Sweden Freezer company in Philadelphia, began experimenting with the idea of delivering ice cream by truck in 1955 under the company name Dairy Van.
...Besides his son, Conway is survived by his wife, Grace Roseman Conway, two daughters and nine grandchildren. A memorial service is scheduled for Friday in Haddonfield.
sorry, I couldnt help it.
A founder of Mister Softee company dies
6/1/2006, 10:59 a.m. ET
The Associated Press
OCEAN CITY, N.J. (AP) — James F. Conway Sr., an entrepreneur whose Mister Softee ice cream trucks brought frozen treats to millions of customers over the company's 50-year history, has died. He was 78.
Conway's son, Jim Conway Jr., who is a vice president at the Runnemede-based company, said his father died of cancer Sunday at his Ocean City home.
The elder Conway and his brother William, who both worked at the Sweden Freezer company in Philadelphia, began experimenting with the idea of delivering ice cream by truck in 1955 under the company name Dairy Van.
...Besides his son, Conway is survived by his wife, Grace Roseman Conway, two daughters and nine grandchildren. A memorial service is scheduled for Friday in Haddonfield.
What was that word? (Bee)
Jun. 1st, 2006 10:16 pmUrsprache
The term Ursprache is German for "the speech of Ur", Ur being an ancient city of Babylonia (modern day Iraq). The home of the fabled Tower of Babel. God is said to have confused human language to prevent us from attaining god-like powers. So the term Ursprache means the "Lost Language of Paradise".
Katharine Close of New Jersey correctly spelled "ursprache" to win the 2006 national spelling bee.
WASHINGTON (AP) -- A 13-year-old New Jersey girl making her fifth straight appearance at the Scripps National Spelling Bee rattled off "ursprache" to claim the title of America's best speller on prime-time television Thursday night.
Katharine Close, an eighth-grader at the H.W. Mountz School in Spring Lake, New Jersey, is the first girl since 1999 to win the national spelling title. She stepped back from the microphone and put her hands to her mouth upon being declared the winner.
Congratulations, Karrie!
The term Ursprache is German for "the speech of Ur", Ur being an ancient city of Babylonia (modern day Iraq). The home of the fabled Tower of Babel. God is said to have confused human language to prevent us from attaining god-like powers. So the term Ursprache means the "Lost Language of Paradise".
Katharine Close of New Jersey correctly spelled "ursprache" to win the 2006 national spelling bee.
WASHINGTON (AP) -- A 13-year-old New Jersey girl making her fifth straight appearance at the Scripps National Spelling Bee rattled off "ursprache" to claim the title of America's best speller on prime-time television Thursday night.
Katharine Close, an eighth-grader at the H.W. Mountz School in Spring Lake, New Jersey, is the first girl since 1999 to win the national spelling title. She stepped back from the microphone and put her hands to her mouth upon being declared the winner.
Congratulations, Karrie!
Perusing LJ-land today, I came across the following from Wil Wheaton's feed:
"Well, shit. I've gone and found another game that not only do I totally love, but gives me something else in common with one of my kids. Productivity is down 75,000 percent as a result.
Guitar Hero is the most fun I've ever had with a pretend guitar, and let me tell you something: I've spent a lot of time playing with pretend guitars, long before Journey make air instruments popular in the video for Separate Ways."
Guitar Hero
"Guitar Hero Controller Features -
* Five multi-colored fret buttons
* Responsive and durable strum bar
* Working whammy bar
* Stylized Start and Select buttons that look like volume knobs
* Tilt Sensors that tell when the guitar is pointed straight up (!!! how cool is that?)
* Adjustable strap"
Wil gives a complete synopsis here.
Holy crap, does this look cool.
And I cant even PLAY guitar.
"Well, shit. I've gone and found another game that not only do I totally love, but gives me something else in common with one of my kids. Productivity is down 75,000 percent as a result.
Guitar Hero is the most fun I've ever had with a pretend guitar, and let me tell you something: I've spent a lot of time playing with pretend guitars, long before Journey make air instruments popular in the video for Separate Ways."
Guitar Hero
"Guitar Hero Controller Features -
* Five multi-colored fret buttons
* Responsive and durable strum bar
* Working whammy bar
* Stylized Start and Select buttons that look like volume knobs
* Tilt Sensors that tell when the guitar is pointed straight up (!!! how cool is that?)
* Adjustable strap"
Wil gives a complete synopsis here.
Holy crap, does this look cool.
And I cant even PLAY guitar.
Like a commercial, only better. (Gala)
Apr. 12th, 2006 12:11 pm422 attendees at the Ninth Annual Gala: $352,000.
One donation doubling a portion of the Gala: $4000.
Submitting timesheets for 165 hours worked in the last two weeks: Priceless.
For everything else, there's a nap.
*whump*.
One donation doubling a portion of the Gala: $4000.
Submitting timesheets for 165 hours worked in the last two weeks: Priceless.
For everything else, there's a nap.
*whump*.
stolen from DW
Mar. 31st, 2006 06:47 pmwho stole it from someone else, worth reposting...
"I need to get back to this, but...I stoled the following from the lovely mzrowan:
But I realized that the real thing, the core thing for me, is: show me that you're thinking of me. Show me that when we are apart, your mind turns to me. That you are reminded of me by that song, that place, that thing. That you see something and think, Rowan would like that! That you learn something and think, Rowan would want to know that! To me, being in love means being so woven into your neurons that you cannot help but think of me."
That's exactly it.
"I need to get back to this, but...I stoled the following from the lovely mzrowan:
But I realized that the real thing, the core thing for me, is: show me that you're thinking of me. Show me that when we are apart, your mind turns to me. That you are reminded of me by that song, that place, that thing. That you see something and think, Rowan would like that! That you learn something and think, Rowan would want to know that! To me, being in love means being so woven into your neurons that you cannot help but think of me."
That's exactly it.
I guess it's feast or famine then.
Mar. 28th, 2006 11:58 pmAs to how often I'm posting, that is.
So. Tell me the name (and maybe the author) of a book you feel you should have read by now meaning, 'at your age' or stage of life, that sort of thing, but juuuuuuuust haven't gotten around to yet.
Looking at my own bookshelf next to me, I'll start with American Gods; Neil Gaiman. Owned it for oh... a few years now, havent cracked more than the first chapter. Next?
So. Tell me the name (and maybe the author) of a book you feel you should have read by now meaning, 'at your age' or stage of life, that sort of thing, but juuuuuuuust haven't gotten around to yet.
Looking at my own bookshelf next to me, I'll start with American Gods; Neil Gaiman. Owned it for oh... a few years now, havent cracked more than the first chapter. Next?
