Why don’t we EMBRACE the NYC Mosque right where they want to build it?

Why?

Because we as a country, by our very foundation, preach tolerance and religious freedom, as well as being the benevolent force of the modern age. By protesting the mosque location, we only serve to prove to the world that we, as Americans, do not even believe in the predicates of our very existence as a nation.

Shake their hands and say ‘Welcome’. Show the world we ARE who we SAY we are. Since when does being ‘under attack’ cause America to go back on it’s national values? Now is when we need to PROVE that we are what our Constitution lays us out to be more than ever before. We are under attack on a more subtle level than some extremist idiots flying planes into our buildings. Our very credibility as America is at stake.

It’s how we behave when we are under the gun that truly shows our resolve.

To anyone who opposes putting that mosque right where it ought to be. Stick *that* in your narrow-minded and forgetful pipes and smoke it.

I can’t wait…

I am now running Ubuntu 9.10 with RAID0.

Can I just say…

It’s been nice knowing you Windows

Of all the rivers that meander through our lives
The ones with the greatest flow
Are also the deepest and darkest
To swim or not to swim?
Are you afraid?
Remember that the river is yours
And if you are lucky,
Someone will choose to swim it with you.
Also remember, that to not swim
Out of fear of the depths or darkness
Is to choose safety
And safety is a stagnant pond in the delta

Breathless is the embodied silence of our souls
Eager to scream
Yet bound by our outward existence
To shed the daily minutia
And to release ourselves to the ether
Is to truly live
Not within, but rather in spite of ourselves

How did it happen?

Where did I go?

I’ll tell you.  I enveloped myself in a relationship.  I thought I had all I ever wanted, so I lost my desire for anything else.  In my complacency I lost everything…and then I woke up.  Much too late to undo what had been already done.

I forgot how to be myself.

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When your nine day feed is up
And you’ve drained your loving cup
Come stands reeling to the shore
When the brave are coming out
The dry fight and the dusty shout
See you crawling on the floor
And diamond stars shine glitter bright
Gorging your sanhedralite
Words are falling to the floor
Glands stand pouring fruit tree
Now they glisten on the waterline
See how you are at the shore
I’m moving chrissie pretty flowers in the shutter maze
Haul up all your petty desires
Leave it lying down before
Wash away the rusty disease
Of your brown town days in our silver sea
Leave it dying at the door
Feather yell you’ve time to leave
Open out your arms and breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe

Banks suck. They charge you 50 million dollars worth of overdraft fees out of courtesy. Yeah…since when does one PAY for courtesy. They say they allow charges after you’re overdrawn, again, out of courtesy. FUCK them. They do it because they can, and if truly wanted to protect their customers, they would protect them.

Anyway. Banks suck stinky ass.

Pink Floyd – Echoes

I could listen to this almost 24 minute song 3 times a day.  When it plays, the visuals I get are of alien beaches,  still clear lagoons, and aquatic night life.  It builds to the end with a slowly building sunrise that apexes at the moment the otherworldly sun breaks the horizon (Gilmour finally fulfilling our anticipation with his expert chops), then reprises itself, tempered with my now perceived day flavor.  Along the way are an aural narrative of the exploration of the depths, and a stop to listen to some very vocal life forms beneath the waves.

The lyrics are classic Floyd, and decorate the song competently, but it is the music that is the  star in the this tune.  If there is only one song that I say anyone must listen to, it would be this one.

Have you ever been so tired that silly doesn’t touch what you are? I’m way past dumb, miles past lucid, and consciousness is light years away. My brain is mad at me because it has to do stuff that’s not covered under Auto Pilot.

In fifteen minutes I am free to crash…can you hear me snoring yet?

locked in @ work today with no lunch so they bought us all pizza. Don’t mind that at all…BUT…we ended up getting Papa John’s.

Does anyone still like Papa John’s?

They used to be SO much better than they are now, but they then went the way of Domino’s. (Was Domino’s better back in the day too, or is it manufactured memory?).

Anyway, back to Papa John’s:

Their pizza sauce is too damned sweet. I mean it’s so sweet that they could use that and make candy pizza. It’s like 99.47% extra refined white sugar. So sweet that an ant crawled on my slice and promptly kicked over and died violently after getting within an inch of the crust. I’m talking so sweet that it could repel yellow jackets…permanently.

They’re not as good as they used be anyway, but making that sauce less sweet would go miles toward reclaiming some of their former goodness. I’m sticking to Nino’s…