Saturday, September 11, 2004
WHAT PLANE HIT THE PENTAGON ON 9/11? [Chris]
Um, this is like, way to good in production value to be ignored... damn this
makes my head spin just thinking about it. Five minutes of your life, fully
worth it. Sound up, pay attention... I had to watch it several times...(I'm slow ok?)
Freedom underground, you guys and gals rock the free world! And I ain't being cynical.
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Thursday, September 09, 2004
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT [coolmel]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
RAMBLING REASONING [Chris]
Well the month has changed, but the blog hasn't. It’s a curious thing - the nascent age of the internet - finding our way in new collectives, bridging gaps across countries and mind-chasms. Recently returning from Bangkok, and then flying round my little country of OZ (using Spiral stuff for change in org's), has give me fresh insights into this world we have collectively created or, mostly, inherited. And yes, that goes for the inner worlds a much as the outer - the habits of our social/psychological conditioning are rather intense - yet permeable, and most importantly changeable. At this particular little spring of frothy creativity, this blog of current relative inactivity, many have met, some have run, a few have stumbled wantonly... but it has been rich, and the optimist, the incorrigible sort that is, reminds me that the union, while it seems to fade at times, and heck, when it does finally fade forever perhaps with barely whimper, has been extremely valuable. New perspectives, new takes, new comments, new language - all of the things that really change my world. Next to these things the latest gadgets, the most stupendous meals, enrapturing erroneous sex, and many other things of my finite existence, stand shallow and pass like the slightest breeze: nice and all, but I hardly notice, let alone remember any real impact upon my course through life. So thanks guys and gals - its amazing me still that people from so far away, with shot words, quick links, and the occasional photographic still, can have such a meaningful impact on experience: thanks;)
I hope its not the end - yet in a sense it can’t be hope: things die eventually, and more importantly, the impact has for ever changed my course and will remain a great point of frivolity on my map of life, and death - and in that sense, it lives on.
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