Good Lord, we thank thee for thy bounty in creating Sophie, and if it doesn't seem like too much trouble, we could use a grip more just like... Read More
How amazing is it that the Peace maker could not physically speak.
To me this is amazing.
Why?
Well we are talking about a man who came up with a dialogue( as in a comunion of thoughts) Who inspired and moved a mass of people to stop the blood shed and negativaty and actually get to something positive and constructive.
In recent history to me this is with out a doubt THE most magical and amazing thing.
For a man's Love and vision to be so strong, that it would be comunicated no matter what and ultimaly vainquish fear.
Yes Love over Fear.
As in the act of boxing is fear in all it's brutal purpose. Generally speaking at the end of a boxing match the only two things remaining are mutual Love and respect( wich is amazing when you stop and think about it, well considering the hype).
The Kansas v Missouri battles still play out, although nowadays it's mostly just a basketball rivalry. I think it's one of the best in the country; it sprung (like a hydra) from blood; Duke and North Carolina have had some epic basketball games, and Michigan-Ohio State football rivalry is legend, but I bet those guys didn't have a guerilla war to fan the flames.
One day, a yoga instructor will take me seriously when I tell then that I've just begun. They'll understand when I say that I'm going to take it slow - focus on the breathing, the feel and the flow. They'll understand that what they've been doign for years, I've barely been doing for weeks.
That day was not today. Today, my movement is strictly limited as the result of a loud and unpleasant *crack* that emanated from me neck when observing an upside-down 'L' just didn't cut the mustard.
I was trying to be gentle about the blends.
Fuck that. Time is your pony, and he had it coming - what with the hundreds of years of musical and temporal fascism.
Clearly he had it coming. As such, I've been banned from carnivals and most childrens' parties. I contend that it was in the name of a greater good.
I wholeheartedly agree with your +1 friend. Put the music anywhere you can. As Lemmy hiimself said in The Decline Of Western Civilization:The Metal Years, 'Run it up the flagpole and see who salutes it.'
Is there anything he doesn't know - aside from celibacy, sobriety and moderation in any form?
Speaking of equines, I've got a video...... nevermind.
You keep this up and I'm going to make you the Offical God of Study mixes.....I'm going to have to start putting little idols of you up around the house...and even start sending you kickbacks when the cult gets started.
One of the true horrors of human existence is that the reality we believe we live in is often fictional. We filter incoming information based on beliefs that we are not aware of. We act on motivations we are not... Read More
I didn't buy it for a second.
I figured that the shirt was the rpg clothing equivalent of penile boasting.
+20?
That t-shirt has accomplished more than I have.
Next time 'round on the ferris wheel of reincarnation, I'm shootin' for cap sleeves.
it's going to be a long thursday, i get the feeling. and certain things are already making me grumpy. amazingly enough, taking out the recyclables is not one of those things. actually, everything about our house made me a happy happy girl.
blatant favoritism doesn't make me a happy girl. nor does typing a long recorded phone conversation in which i listen to the Tool pull all his normal passive agressive tricks, nor does requests from people who should know that i'm too busy to handle them.
Looks like 'Slow Your Roll' is gonna have to be included on either your retrespective, limited-edition boxed set of greatest hits or the cklarock home game.
I ran across this site about a year ago and dredged it up from the dim recesses of memory as I've been reading about (tangenitally) and thinking about (indirectly) comic books and visual narrative.
i met Eisner once before he died. at this
place called jack's stone crabs, supposed to
be a big Miami mob hangout int he 1950's.
lucky and lansky were said to eat there regularly.
pete hamill and I took the great man to lunch.
that was when he told me the story Michael
Chabon turned into Kavalier and Clay.
He also left me with the idea, which I never been
able to get out of my head, that the Stations of
the Cross were a comic strip serial.
As a Catholic, I really felt strangely victorious that night. But I'm not a Catholic. I'm a Buddhaberger betweeen two slices of Jesus bread. Fuck I'm just lost.
SPAIN teaches a course on visual narratives at New School. For all of his background as a tough ass biker, SPAIN is remarkably classical in his approach?
My best to Sophie, and to you, Drago
Cutting myself off from her friendship easily
the dumbest thing I have ever done on this site.
i miss you mucho. i have been a busy bee. i should write you an e-mail about it except for the fact that now i need to type a phone conversation on mini-cassette.
Option one: violence and philosophy. Option two: stupid jokes my father sent me. Option Three: Mundane and inane self-reporting. Option four: Encouragement.
Nrrrrd! I'm tired, I've been doing work samples (columns, interviews, reviews, photographys) all day. I actually found a good extra job for a new paper in my hometown, we'll see how that goes. It would work to do it and study too which is good, I really, really, really need money. It's so expensive here, if you didn't know, it really is. Or I maybe shouldn't think I need so much stuff (read: lap top, ipod, objectives, lenses, my US westcoast roadtrip next year - at least that's what i want if i can save up which i intend to, etc) Now I must take care of the Mount Everest of Dishes. X
how's it all hanging this week cowboy?
Nintendo Themes a Cappella