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Two stupids don't make a good ideaThere is this show, I do not know how many of you have heard about it, called Baby Bowers, I do not actually watch the show, but I have seen previews enough to get the gist of what it is about, and basically it takes a group of teens, I presume they are all couples, but I do not know, whom think they want to have children and it gives them babies to raise. And they promote the show with this little catch phrase that says "It is not reality TV, it is birth control"
And from what I have gathered based on just seeing previews of it, they like do different things, like it started out with like baby babies, I do not know how old, but I am guessing under a year, and than they did a thing where they were given toddlers. But now I just saw another ad for the show, that I think is just plain stupid, I mean even though I do not watch the show at least the other stuff, with the babies and the toddlers makes some sort of actual sense, but in the next episodes they are giving the teenagers...can you guess? Yes, teens, to raise. I mean come on. First of all, that is not something that could ever conceivably happen, obviously, that does not have to be stated, but a teenager could never actually have a teen child and second of all, it is just completely ridiculously unrealistic, because there is no teenager in their right mind who is actually going to take orders from someone who is their peer. It is just so completely unrealistic that it is laughable. It just seemed like such a lame stunt, for a show I do not even watch, and when I see the ads for it, I am just like, am I the only person who sees what nonsense this is?
4:22 PM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentMemory BoxMemory Box
Here the memories are kept
tucked away in a little wooden box
where tears of the past are wept
Resting under a girls pillow as she slept
inside there is a loved ones locks
here the memories are kept
Secrets only for the heart to accept
yellowed photos like fading thoughts
where tears of the past are wept
A place both sorrow and love have met
and time stands still with a broken clock
here the memories are kept
In the corners dust and cobwebs crept
as the sadness in the shadows still knocks
where tears of the past are wept
Within a little box the past is not dead yet
a preservation so dearly sought
where tears of the past are wept
here the memories are kept
3:59 PM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentYouth, Beautiful YouthI think Hermann Hesse is a beautiful writer, and his passages are pure poetry upon the page. He also speaks to me on succh a deep emotional and spiritual level. I feel a connection to him through his words. I will never forget my experince of reading Siddhartha, and how deeply that book affected me, how much I was moved by it. I have recently been reading another story by Hesse, Youth, Beautiful Youth, and this passage really spoke to me. I think it is beautiful.
To be up and about outdoors at night, beneath the silent sky and beside quietly flowing water, is always mysterious and stirs the soul to its very depths. At such times we are close to our origins; we feel a kinship with animals and plants, feel dim memories of a primeval life before houses and town were built, when man, the homeless wanderer, could regard the woods, streams, mountains, wolves, and hawks as his equals and could love them as friends or hate them as deadly foes. Night also removes our customary sense of community life, when lights are no longer heard, one who is still awake feels solitary and sees himself parted from others and thrown upon his own resources.
2:29 PM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWhat Your Snack Food Says About YouI always find things like Horoscopes, asrology, numerology, and varrious other little pesonality tests to be interesting and amsuing, though I never take them seriously, it is fun to see when they are really right on the money, and well sometimes they are way off.
So in Utne I found this one that I thought was kind of fun.
What does your faveorite junkfood say about you?
Tortilla Chips
You're a perfecionist. You're successful and ambitious and you like to plan ahead. You have a strong sense of social responseablity and abhor injustice.
Pretzels
You're the life of the party. You love novelty and can quickly become bored with routine. You tend to start new projects before completing exisiting ones.
Cheese curls
You have a high sense of morals and ethics and insit upon treeting everyone fairly. You might seem uptight, but you're highly organized and methodical.
Popcorn
You're a take-charge type, but with a modest, low-key demeeanor. Confident but reserved, you would amke a large charitable donation without telling someone.
Nuts
You're even-tempered, easy to get along with, and highly empathetic. You're easy going, cooperative nature contributes to success at home and at work.
Potato Chips
You're achivement orinated, successful, and compeitive. You're a natural leader but can be easily irritated with inconvenicens like long lines and trafic jams.
Crackers
You're contemplative, thoughtful, and often a loner. You prefer private time and shy away from confrontation and arguments; you can't stand to hurt another person's feelings.
Meat snaks (like beef jerky)
You're gregarious and generous, and you tend to be loyal to a fault. 12:24 PM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBlinded By the SunlightBlinded By the Sunlight Warmth pours against my face tingling throughout my skin there seems no escape from rays piercing like a knife lancing my eyes fire burning down my back hot breath on my neck if only the clouds would come blinding Apollo's eye so I may once more take breath and escape this oppression 9:36 AM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentQuote of the WeekOriginally I was just going to wait untill next week for the next quote of the week becasue I had been away, but when I came upon this one, I just had to use it for the remainder of this week becasue it is so me.
I love humanity but I hate people.--Edna St. Vincent Millay 6:46 PM - 7/22/2008 - comments {1} - post commentTheir own worst enemyIt seems to me that I am constantly hearing Christians boo-hooing over the fact they their religion is criticized so much, and that so many people have Anti-Christian views. Christians are always whining because they think they are being picked on, and of course they think the reason why there is such strong Anti-Christian sentiment is because the rest of us are just evil, and sinful and bad, and it is because of homosexuality and atheism, and the world itself is just gone to hell in a hand basket.
But they fail to realize the reason why so many people do not like Christianity is not because of the religion itself, but because of Christians. This might sound a bit contradictory, but I have always said, that I truly do not have a problem with Christianity as a religion in itself, what I do have a problem with is the way Christians choose to practice their religion. Truly I think that if Christians were more like Hindus and Buddhist just off doing their own thing and only worrying about themselves, and leaving the rest of the world alone to figure itself out, than people really would not care, and people would not have a problem with Christianity. But when you go strutting around clucking about how you are right and everyone else is wrong, and anyone who does not agree with you is in league with the Devil, and those that do not follow God are ignorant sinners who do not know any better. And when you act as if you do know what is better for everyone else. Well than of course you are going to piss people off, so don't be surprised when there is a backlash against you. I believe that people do not truly have a problem with Christianity, what they have a problem with are Christians, and the two can be separate things. And the are totally oblivious to the fact that if they would learn to just butt out of the lives of everyone else and just worry about their own lives, people might start to like them a little better. But if you go around telling everyone else what to do, you are not going to be in the popular group. Plain and simple Christians are just the bullies of the world, and like most bullies, when people turn around and start picking on them, well they cannot take it, and they want to run home and cry about how horrible everyone else is. They never take their own actions into account. 5:02 PM - 7/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentAsh and DustAsh and Dust
Unraveled threads hang loose unforeseen as time begins to wind down until it is nothing nothing but a squeak a single cloud that will evaporate and the air is moist while the dog howls just over the moon barely daring to peek through only this is all that remains ash and dust gray-paint the wind sagging and soggy hovering heavy impregnated but soon defiled and ended. 3:09 PM - 7/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWildernessWilderness
Serenity found
in the still air and bird song
stoic watching trees
with a gentle stirring breeze
flutter of far away wings
9:11 AM - 7/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentMasqueradeMasquerade
Her eyes watched
from behind the mask
while the music played
from somewhere far away
Drawn by the song
she drifted away,
leaving a trail of feathers
in her wake
Ascending each marble
step within the spiral,
alone but for the burning flame,
hidden away in the shadows
She accelerates with each
stroke that beckons and guides
her way; heart beating faster
for fear the silence will come
before she uncovers the mistro
Images dance within her head
lust and love clashing together,
cloaked behind crimson curtains
draping along dark windows
A moment that stretches on
beyond time; lost within the maze,
dazzled by each new disguise
which passes over watching eyes
Her fingers slide along
the wall which undulates
before the fall of the melody
A keystroke rings the chime
of a clock; the witching hour
struck its final tune and
there the costumes fall away
A dream that shimmers
to unravel and beneath
the veil reveals the truth
which falls like a hammer
of a heartbeat
Yet there remains
upon the floor a fallen
mask and a few floating
feathers bejeweled in black
pearls and ribbons of silk.
2:49 PM - 7/21/2008 - comments {0} - post commentHIS LoveHIS Love
You speak falsely of
God's love when I look into you eyes when I look into the past and flip through the pages that have passed many hands I do not find it. I quest it and always fall short
you try and convince but I find your arguments are fading and failing when I see all that has been done in HIS name. His own son he sacrificed
for our sins it was told but who would be so easy to cast aside their own flesh and blood and for what? His forgiveness is only skin deep
those that follow on their knees he will grant the keys of the kingdom. He cajoled with Satan who he forsook
for speaking out against the tyranny in order to prove his own egoism by the suffering of Job, the poor soul made a game, toyed with upon a string. And what of Abraham?
Made to believe he would have to shed the blood of his one and only son to appease. They may claim that in the end angels had
saved him, but what a cruel joke simply to prove ones own greatness. Where is the love in condemnation
of those who have a free mind and live as they please. I do not find love in a dictatorship
that preaches there is only one way one truth, I see no love that would damn to hell the gentle spirit of Buddha for seeking a new path a new truth, one that does not judge. I see now love in one who would deny the rights
of all other gods, so that he may rein supreme and dare not to share the spotlight. Dogma and forced belief
at the threat of eternal punishment is not a kind of love of which I am familiar it is the love of those who when made flesh and bone are sent into dungeons, or the hangman's rope. It is a love that wars are waged to overcome
it is the Love of Hitler, and Sadam it is the love of mad men. But you still would preach to me
of his Goodness, I find your words a falseness and a lie. 6:47 PM - 7/20/2008 - comments {0} - post commentDancing LeavesDancing Leaves Dancing in sunlight with a twinkling of eyes blink soft green hues intensified Tickled by the wind gentle aerial ripples a caress upon my soul. 9:31 AM - 7/20/2008 - comments {0} - post commentDawn A New DayDawn A New Day Spread my wings and fly away Shed a tear and hide away Close my eyes and dream a new day On my knees begging you to stay If I could breathe I'd run away Never a word I can say Spread your wings and carry me away Together we will enter a brand new day You always know the words to say From this world you'll hide me away I know in your arms forever I'll stay. 9:40 PM - 7/19/2008 - comments {0} - post commentGreetingsGreetings, just wanted to say hey to everyone. I have been away for a week and just returned today. I had meant to post my abcence upon my blog, but was umable to do so becasue at the time of my leaving JH was still closed due to the move. So I have not been around.9:14 PM - 7/19/2008 - comments {0} - post commentFear Is Not the EndFear Is Not the End I feel the breath against my back: close my eyes and count to ten Once I would have been terrified; paralyzed Give myself over to the control icy fingers against my skin But No! Never again will I stand motionless; relinquish my freedom Open my eyes to look dead ahead it is my time to rise No longer will I be impotent I've watched my own blood for the last time I wonder what color do you bleed in? Time to turn a new corner I close my eyes and count to ten and I hope you run and hide because this is the last time fear can push me down At last the beast has woke inside. 4:00 PM - 7/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentGossamer WingsGossamer Wings A tear in the gossamer wings the powder begins to flake away while flight becomes impossible only a reoccurring dream such colors that no longer mean anything overtime will begin to fade weighted down by the pressed print made another's mark born like a brand A shred of iridescence no longer each band of vibrance speaking as one in a single voice now just guttural sounds a lesson in aesthetics how quick anything can be made ugly with only a twist of asymmetrical disharmony Tears tumble down only to wash away the essence now trapped within the self-made bubble understanding begins to seep in how gossamer can decay and leave in its place only echoes of former beings unable to survive outside psychedelics. 11:03 AM - 7/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentFirefighting MonksThis is a story I heard that I really liked and wanted to share.
I do not know how many of you know, but this year has been really bad for fires in California. And in the latest fire outbreak the firemen were starting mandatory exvacuations, and apperently up in the area where the fire is, there is a monostary of Zen Monks I think it was, and they refused to evacuate. They said that is goes against what they belive in and what they are all about, and instead they are going to stay and fight. So a few of the firemen actually stayed with the monks to start and train them on how they could combat against the fires. 7:16 PM - 7/6/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBrave OneBrave One Her wings fell limply at her side her eyes gleam up with deep pleading but nothing will stop the bleeding Ivory tears she tries hard to hide soon begin to turn crimson and it has only just begun She tried to fight against the tide now she shivers in the cold disbelieving she was bold Crushing is the pain held inside as she tries to shake free her chains left to the mercy of the rains Alone with no one to confide a broken soul forsaken because she was so mistaken. 10:52 AM - 7/4/2008 - comments {0} - post commentQuote of the WeekIt is because of men that women dislike one another--Jean de La Bruyere
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Home life as we understand it is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo--Gerorger Bernard Shaw
A true friend is one who likes you despite your acomplishments--Arnold Bennett 8:43 AM - 7/4/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBit By BitBit By Bit
Blood begins to drop
bit by bit slow at first but gaining a flood a river each dark reflective without explanation without purpose but a moment passage in time gentle rising up to the crescendo climax thunder bolt drum beat faltering fading twisting dying but for a moment breath intake inhale than gone a mist released exhale 12:39 PM - 7/3/2008 - comments {0} - post comment
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