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To swell a progress

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Tonight, I went to a small coffee shop to meet some friends of mine. While they were ordering I wandered off to the bookcase and found this book. A child’s book, about Human Rights. The book made me happy for a second, as I imagined it read to a child. Then the image dimmed to [this one] and then all the similar ones that I have seen in the past.

Then I thought about that night I went out to that bar and was accosted by that group of strangers. The way they acted frightened and annoyed me. They acted on power fed off each other. Ouroboros. No matter if the idea was clear or not, if any was slightly suggested by one, it was lit up by the whole. Herd behavior. It makes me want to cry. Because the group that can devastate men of their freedom can also be the group that would lift a car to save the life under it.

They act as if this is all a game, when real games are too childish and war action makes them feel like heroes. Because being a great man must mean Fight, Possess, Empower, Correct…

I don’t know what else to say.
I am spent.

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1:09 am


A muffled sound

Thursday, March 29, 2007


Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts.


But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

The Tell-Tale Heart
Edgar Allan Poe

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10:05 pm

Part Deux

Wednesday, March 28, 2007


After the show.

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7:13 pm

oh, you mean words?

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Not something about me.

(mp3 deleted)


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11:42 pm

Lost in non-conversation

Friday, March 16, 2007

Y: I don't know... Sometimes I tell my self that all this is pointless... All in the end to do what? And... all in the "middle"/"midst of" to do what?

X: Well, I'm not a stranger to any of those feelings. All I can say is that my place is open if you want to crash over any time and that you shouldn't try to analyze any relationship. it kills anything that could be in the process... I’ve learned that the hard way. So now I try to go with the flow of things and appreciate people for who they are and not what they could be (what almost drove me crazy). That is all bullshit in the end because it seems my relationships keep changing anyways. So, no, there is no use in seeking out any relationship. But yea, knowing what you want and don't in your life is the best thing that you could ever figure out, no matter what. Like I’ve told someone previously, maybe life is a process of elimination? And that is why I got this black band on my finger, to not forget what I’ve learned about what I do and what I don't (I can easily forget when smitten).

Y: What do you mean by "you shouldn't try to analyze any relationship. It kills anything that could be in the process"?

X: Because being anal about anything kills any kind of special connection that is being made with people around you. I don’t care that David could be this or that, I know I can’t be with him romantically but know that I want him in my life as a friend. If I sit and analyze the shits out of our relationship, I could take him and myself too seriously and not see what is good in any of it. Just recognizing what I want and don't want takes the pressure away from analyzing any further. Am I making any sense? Dissecting is overanalyzing life. There is no fucking need for it. A frog is a frog. It is green and it hops around. It's good in it's own way. It's not good in it's own way also. I should just see[understand] it for what it is and decide if I want/like it or not. But it is not the frog’s problem if I decide I do not want it... unless it jumps on my plate. Then, I have to figure out a way to deal with that when and if it happens. Not before hand. Why bother overanalyzing what could be? Is that any clearer?

Y: Yes I think.


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1:07 pm


I want a banana

Monday, March 12, 2007

a nude fruit

not wine

i want the part that is
more sincere and far less pretentious

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10:47 pm


Flip the swtich

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

I'm thinking about seeing 300 this Friday, not for the 300 cut and paste pecs, but because maybe it would be nice to know what it could feel like to put it all in a fight against the impossible.

I know and understand that men have fought for what seems like forever to own what cannot be owned and I acknowledge that today, there is no fight that can be defined by a simple line. So, war is not what I consider to be entertainment. But how do you transform something that is changing the face of the earth into the hottest topic at every table and the chief issue fueling the heart of countries toward resolution? Do we settle for what is cheap, quick and easy? Heroes have been replaced by televisions that are full of empty dialogs to produce an army of commercial soldiers.

What kind of legends can our culture breed this time? Today, can any man say that he would want to save something other than what makes him rich?

I can only see a virtual mass of dislocated people in the distance, pointing arrows from a different kind of armory... because even though they seem still and quiet, as the innocent fall, they are burning inside with a rage born of slavery which was built upon a single lie.

PS: 224 words found above

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8:44 pm


Bring me my suitcase

Monday, March 05, 2007

so I can burn it.

Wait for it...

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11:15 pm


Global Warming is Human Rights Issue

I was looking through my del.icio.us and this link got my attention:
I don't know if I can believe that proper attention will be brought to this issue before S.U.V.'s start running on vegetable oil.

Published on Sunday, March 4, 2007 by the Observer/UK  

Global Warming is Human Rights Issue: Nobel Nominee  
by Deborah Zabarenko

WASHINGTON - It sounds like a sick joke about global warming, with a series of horrible punch lines:

Canadian Inuit activist and Nobel Peace Prize nominee Sheila Watt-Cloutier attends a meeting at the Organization of America States where she spoke about climate changes in the Arctic region in Washington March 1, 2007. REUTERS/Larry Downing
How hot is it? So hot that Inuit people around the Arctic Circle are using air conditioners for the first time. And running out of the hard-packed snow they need to build igloos. And falling through melting ice when they hunt.

These circumstances are the current results of global climate change, according to Nobel Peace Prize nominee Sheila Watt-Cloutier, an Inuit born inside the Canadian Arctic, who maintains this constitutes a violation of human rights for indigenous people in low-lying areas throughout the world.

Watt-Cloutier and Martin Wagner, an attorney with the environmental law firm Earthjustice, argued this case on Thursday before the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights of the Organization of American States in Washington.

"We weren't going to go to court," Watt-Cloutier said in a telephone interview after her testimony to the commission. "It wasn't about lawsuits and suing for damage or compensation.

"It was more about really trying to get the world to pay attention and see this as a human rights issue."

Their best hope is that the commission will write a report on this issue, though even getting a hearing in Washington is a victory of sorts. The commission earlier rejected a petition to hear about alleged rights violations based solely on U.S. emissions of greenhouse gases.

The human rights commission has scant powers and can do little more than publicize its findings and propose a resolution to the 35-member organization.

In her address to the panel, Watt-Cloutier acknowledged the challenge of connecting climate change and human rights, but noted a practical purpose for protecting the people she called "the sentinels of climate change."


"By protecting the rights of those living sustainably in the Amazon Basin or the rights of the Inuit hunter on the snow and ice, this commission will also be preserving the world's environmental early-warning system."

Watt-Cloutier reckons there are millions of such environmental sentinels at risk, ranging from the Inuit to residents of low-lying islands that are subject to sea level rise caused by melting ice sheets.

They chose the Organization of American States as a forum because two of the countries where Inuit communities live -- the United States and Canada -- are members. Inuit also live in Russia and Greenland.

For Inuit communities, ice and snow are intrinsic to physical and cultural survival, Watt-Cloutier said after the hearing. Even the building of igloos is under threat.

"You can just imagine the brilliance and the genius and the ingenuity of building a home out of snow, warm enough to have your baby sleep in," she said. "And now all of that is starting to leave because snow conditions are so changed."

Many Inuit live in more conventional buildings, which are constructed mainly to keep the cold out. Unfortunately, with longer and warmer summers with 24-hour-a-day sunlight, this has turned many into ovens, Watt-Cloutier said. For the first time, air conditioners are in use in the Arctic.

Seasoned Inuit hunters used to be able to tell where the ice was safe, but because warmer seas have started to melt sea ice from its underside, even the most experienced hunters find it hard to gauge, and some fall through, she said.

"The glaciers are melting so quickly that where our hunters used to be able to cross safely, now it's so unsafe that it's become torrent rivers ... and we've had a drowning as a result of that as well," she said.

Watt-Cloutier quoted a hunter in Barrow, Alaska, to sum up the impact climate change has had on Inuit life: "There's lots of anxieties and angers that are being felt by some of the hunters that no longer can go and hunt. We see the change, but we can't stop it, we can't explain why it's changing. ... Our way of life is changing up here, our ocean is changing."


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12:31 pm


Street Spirit

Friday, March 02, 2007


posted by Primessa Espiritu
12:49 pm


Oh man, Charlie!

Dear Charlie,

The day I decide to take the day off is the day the sky turned into a snow factory.

I know what you're thinking. It's just snow. And I have been lazy, muchly.

But I have been writing. Reading and writing little. And watching videos of tragic ends.

I promise, after lunch, I will write you something decent... at least 200 words and two sentiments.


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11:09 am

for pruning

Thursday, March 01, 2007

I want to light your fingertips on fire


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10:56 pm


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