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"А хотите узнать многи интресного про разные музыкальные группу, людей , кино?
А ещё хотите ли вы поучаствовать в куче конкурсов с ценными призами?

Тогда вам в unlim_imagine.

- про музыку. Реккомендую пост про Shitdisco. Интересно почитать - приятно послушать.
- про кино. Студия 54 - абалденный фильм - почитал - скачал - затащился.
- про фотографиию. Зацените пост "Метафизика эротики. Фотографии 1920-х годов" и сравните с тем, что принято считать эротикой сейчас:)
- и много, много конкурсов! Вот один из них - просто и быстро можно получить классный фотик."

This is a genuine question

Is it ok to wear keffiyeh because you think it looks cool?
"...And that this is the entire and adequate cause of their colors is manifest, because they have no power to change or alter the colors of any sort of rays incident apart, but put on all colors indifferently with which they are enlightened.
These things being so, it can no longer be disputed whether there be colors in the dark, nor whether they be the qualities of the objects we see, no, nor perhaps whether light be a body. For since colors are the qualities of light, having its rays for their entire and immediate subject, how can we thing those rays qualities also, unless one quality may be the subject of and sustain another--which in effect is to call it substance. We should not know bodies for substances were it not for their sensible qualities, and the principal of those being now found due to something else, we have as good reason to believe that to be a substance also.
Besides, who ever thought any quality to be heterogeneous aggregate, such as light is discovered to be? But to determine more absolutely what light is, after what manner refracted, and by what modes or actions it produceth in our minds the phantasms of colors, is not so easy. And I shall not mingle conjectures with certainties."


From a Letter of Mr. Isaac Newton, Professor of the Mathematics in the University of Cambridge, Containing his New Theory about Light and Colors.

Sent by the Author to the Publisher from Cambridge February 6 1972, in order to Be Communicated to the Royal Society.

Crawled out from under my rock today...

ATTENTION: Whiny warning - content may be lame to some...

With the kid gone off to mommyland, I have finally been able to go back to the college and spend a few hours in the library. The periodical section there is much better than the public library, but of course is also geared to the students. So along with the intellectual glossies, there are also a fair amount of twenty/thirtysomething rags there too.

Since I am so far behind in my reading of the 'good ones', I decided to check out the pop-culture fluff. I am truly embarrassed to be a human being.

Is this all there is for these folks, to be famous, to look like a Photochop portrait, to lie, cheat, steal, abuse and forsake their friends and acquaintences, to do things they don't have to do and then complain in public about it, to spend hours worrying about what some one dimentional character in some entertainment melodrama is, to - just - be - so - ARTIFICIAL?

Maybe if there was some sense of "yea we know this is crap but it's all we have", I'd just sit back and laugh, but I fear that these folks really think this is reality! (Uh, a "reality" TV show???)

Once, we were a "generstion lost in space"... Now they are just a generation lost. (isn't there some TV show called that? - oh the irony, oh the humanity!)

an excert from Ernest Becker's book The Denial of Death:

"If the mother represents biological dependence, then the dependence can be fought against by focusing it on the fact of sexual differentiation. If the child is to be truly causa sui, then he must aggressively defy the parents in some way, move beyond them and the threats and temptations they embody. The genitals are a small thing in the child's perceptual world; hardly enough to be traumatic just because they lack protuberance. As Brown so well put, the horror is the child's "own invention; it is a tissue of fantasy inseparable from his own fantastic project of becoming father of himself (and, of fantasy, only remotely connected with actual sight of the female genitalia)." Or, put another way, we can say that the child "fetishizes" the mother's body as an object of global danger to himself. It is one way of cutting her down to size, depriving her of her primary place in creation. Using Erwin Staus' formula, we would say that the child splits the mother's genitals off from her totality as a love-object; they then come to be experienced as a threat, as decay." (pg 39)

disclaimer: I wrote this at the beginning of March, and I only feel comfortable posting this now that every one of the people I mention below backs out on their agreement.

Ok, so it's that time of year again. It's Lent. Time to reflect on my life and what I have accomplished and think about what changes I can make to re-focus on my faith as well as my future. For me, at least. For everyone else, apparently, it's time to incorporate a single aspect of the Catholic faith into their dogma in the hopes of making themselves feel more righteous or, hell I don't know, maybe just to fit in.

In my years as a Christian, I've faced many months of Lent and experienced many personal challenges (no meat, no sleeping in, no caffeine, and fasting to name a few), and I've always felt a little bit stronger and in control by the end because I set myself a goal and I accomplished it. I COMMITTED to something, with no loopholes or exceptions. That IS what lent is about, after all. This notion of 'I'm going to give up drinking....for as long as I can....except for certain days...' is a joke. If you're that freaking dependant on something, don't pretend you can give it up and DON'T do it in the name of a faith you have no belief in.

When I was a good little Christian girl, I was taught that Lent was an opportunity to abandon our vices in favor of building a deeper relationship with God. All the time you used to spend thinking about food or sleep or sex you spend thinking about Jesus. Sound corny? Fine. DON'T DO IT! Don't take what should be a time of spiritual growth and turn it into a self-centred ritual aimed at raising your grades or saving yourself a couple bucks. And what's this 'I'll do it for as long as I can' garbage? If you ACTUALLY wanted to, you could give it up FOREVER. I mean, you're not addicted, dependant, or entirely useless are you? You COULD give up drinking, but you enjoy it too much...so you figure you'll just give it up until your desire to drink overcomes your misguided notion that you 'gave it up' for lent. I mean, really, do you have any self-control at all? Call me naive, but I expect more from people.

I've dealt with many who don't take lent seriously. The kind that offer to buy me food, lace my soup with chicken broth, or, if I'm fortunate enough to be living with my dad at the time, sneak into my room and turn off my alarm. It comes with the territory...I get it. But to have people I'm close to and have great respect for undermine not only the Christian faith but their ability to commit to ANYTHING AT ALL breaks my spirit a little.

Now, I don't consider myself a righteous person. Far from it. And I don't talk about my faith often...partly for fear of making people feel judged and uncomfortable, but more than anything because I don't like being judged by others. 'You're not a real Christian', 'Oh, UNITED Church....', 'You can believe in God and still go to Hell, you know'...i'm sure you get it. But I figured in a Catholic residence (or for you people from CHS, such an open-minded community) people would at least have the respect to be educated about Lent or else stay the hell away from it. Apparently not. Apparently lent is the month where we name our top vice (not surprisingly, it's alcohol for almost everyone) and congratulate ourselves for every day we survive without it. Good job, you guys. Me? I'll give up masturbation....except for the days I don't get laid.

Mar. 23rd, 2006

'bizarre flights of the soul' indeed.

Put up or shut up.

Whippie friggen hullabaloo! Hey peers, I thought I'd open a can of worms tonite!

I just wandered into the morass of an animal rights person, who would willingly torture, kill and mutilate any human that even insnuates that those pretty animals are beyond reproach. What a friggen loonie. Sure killing for sport or fetish is wrong, but if some idjet wants to club a seal or a dozen, and some criminal but necessary governemnt profits from it and people want it (real fur does feel nice on a sultry warm shouder), what's the difference then from killing a cow for cheap leather or a soldier for cheap oil.

Yes, I am a member of the most cruel, ignorant and selfish society known to this planet since the dawn of time. What, maybe then I am a mean person because I find it all disgusting, but, also realist who thinks letting a steam-roller roll over me to protest some Palestinian housing or starve myself because little piggies are being bled out before being decapitated before becomming my bacon in the morning, is an even worse waste of time? Or what?

I think if more people worried about their own lives and spent less time whining about some dipshit cause in Timbucktoo that we'd all be better off - more prepered for self defense, survival and for life and the protection of our loved ones. Of course seals will always be clubbed, clueless bimboes will end up as headless torsoes in a marsh somewhere and someone's god will disasppoint them, and still, some loser will find solace in a television show or a mangy pet, but at least I will be comfortable, for I know what I want, grasp for what I need, and make the best of it...

I don't know, maybe thats not me truly, but I just hate being told and expected to understand someone's opinion that is both contradictory and counterproductive to the good of society. If this was a perfect world, or there was great harm being done to many, yea sure, protest, but those Merikken Taliban idiots that want to ban abortions and make us follow their Baptist Allah, or those that support indescriminate death of dumb-fux who "die for their country", or tell me that I am not allowed to be me, a consenting adult who along with other consenting adults, behind the walls of our private residence, choose to indulge in the pleasures of the mind and body, or that I must support greed, curruption and styoopidity becaust it's "my flag"? No, sorry.

I'll watch as the new Rome collapses to an Islamic wasteland as the preachers and mullahs send their minions to battle as the trumpets of Meggido wail. Me the beautiful f*cked up man, may even be listening to Sarah and sipping a beer as the stars slowly go out, one by one. Hopefully, however, I'll have someone to hold on to as we slowly drift away...

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I was going to espouse more on the solace of not having like minds to challenge my comcept of the athiestic YHWH, and with the wife and kid off to some sporting event (ha, ain't that a switch, a man at home while the family goes to a game!) I was going to put some thought into this, but I guess I needed to blow off some steam on this above brew-haha. Speaking of that I think it's time for another brew and some Thin Mints...

To all thanks, to those I have offended, sorry, but that's the real world, and to those I have not yet encountered, please think before whining.


what is it with robots?
in art, really.
example: modern "fun" design contains so many robots, you'd think you're in a japanese toy shop.

Feb. 2nd, 2006

Ron Jeremy is capable of autofellatio.

He wins my useless information while looking for porn award, this time at least.