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Sunday, September 20, 2009
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Friday, September 18, 2009
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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Category: Life
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008
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Current mood:  hopeful
Category: News and Politics
one wo/man one vote
unless you don't
then my vote counts twice as much as yours
and so does the vote
of the crooked corporate executive of the overfed oil mogul of the abusive banker of the power-hungry politician
we need the votes
of the unemployed of the underemployed of the working poor of the struggling students of the soldiers' families of the injured and inured
we need you if we are going to take this country back and change it for the better
there are more of us than there are of them but when you don't sign your ballot YOU say you don't count as much
you sign away your future and sign away our dignity
you may think you don't make a difference when you [don't] vote
but you do
make it positive
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Thursday, October 16, 2008
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Current mood:  cheerful
Category: Friends
Sunday October 26, 2008 Murray, KY
Registration: 1pm @ Dairy Queen Ride starts by 2pm
Ends: 4pm @ Murray City Park Across from Pagliai's Restaurant
Door prizes, raffled items, homemade chili, etc.
All bikes welcome!
There will be two groups: cruisers and sportbikes
If you don't have a bike, you can still participate! Contact Randy for details.
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Saturday, October 11, 2008
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Current mood:  chill
Civilisation is hooped together, brought Under a rule, under the semblance of peace By manifold illusion; but man's life is thought, And he, despite his terror, cannot cease Ravening through century after century, Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he may come Into the desolation of reality: Egypt and Greece, good-bye, and good-bye, Rome! Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest, Caverned in night under the drifted snow, Or where that snow and winter's dreadful blast Beat down upon their naked bodies, know That day brings round the night, that before dawn His glory and his monuments are gone.
-- William Butler Yeats
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Friday, October 10, 2008
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Current mood:  giddy
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
My boss, and cute salamanders, on the National Geographic video channel!
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Thursday, October 09, 2008
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Category: Writing and Poetry
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men, One summer Sabbath day I strolled among The green mounds of the village burial-place; Where, pondering how all human love and hate Find one sad level; and how, soon or late, Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face, And cold hands folded over a still heart, Pass the green threshold of our common grave, Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart, Awed for myself, and pitying my race, Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave, Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!
-- John Greenleaf Whittier
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Monday, October 06, 2008
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Current mood:  hungry
Category: Writing and Poetry
Oh! leave the Past to bury its own dead. The Past is naught to us, the Present all. What need of last year's leaves to strew Love's bed? What need of ghosts to grace a festival? I would not, if I could, those days recall, Those days not ours. For us the feast is spread, The lamps are lit, and music plays withal. Then let us love and leave the rest unsaid. This island is our home. Around it roar Great gulfs and oceans, channels, straits, and seas. What matter in what wreck we reached the shore, So we both reached it? We can mock at these. Oh! leave the Past, if Past indeed there be. I would not know it. I would know but thee.
-- Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Monday, October 06, 2008
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Current mood:  hungry
Category: Writing and Poetry
from a letter to J.H. Reynolds Esq.
Dear Reynolds! I have a mysterious tale, And cannot speak it: the first page I read Upon a Lampit rock of green sea-weed Among the breakers; 'twas a quiet eve, The rocks were silent, the wide sea did weave An untumultuous fringe of silver foam Along the flat brown sand; I was at home And should have been most happy, -- but I saw Too far into the sea, where every maw The greater on the less feeds evermore. -- But I saw too distinct into the core Of an eternal fierce destruction, And so from happiness I far was gone. Still am I sick of it, and tho', to-day, I've gathered young spring-leaves, and flowers gay Of periwinkle and wild strawberry, Still do I that fierce destruction see ...
-- John Keats
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