Friday, February 24, 2006

Praying for Spring..

It takes a tough winter to get me to actually pray for anything!

I haven't seen a period of say, MAYBE two healthy weeks since- the end of NOVEMBER.

We all got hit with a 24 hour bug over the weekend, now sweet Sam may be heading to her THIRD battle with Strep. AAHHHH!

To not remember a period where everyone was healthy is not, well.. healthy!

And people are freaked out about the flu shot and not getting it? PLUH-EEEEEZE... the flu shot is completely insignificant compared.

If this is God's way of getting me to church, well..... ;-)

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Last Refuge of the Scoundrel

" It is extremely dangerous to exercise the constitutional right of free speech in a country fighting to make democracy safe in the world.....

These are the gentry who are today wrapped up in the American flag, who shout their claim from the housetops that they are the only patriots, and who have their magnifying glasses in hand, scanning the country for evidence of disloyalty, eager to apply the brand of treason to the men who dare to even whisper their opposition to Junker rule in the United Sates. No wonder Sam Johnson declared that "patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel." He must have had this Wall Street gentry in mind, or at least their prototypes, for in every age it has been the tyrant, the oppressor and the exploiter who has wrapped himself in the cloak of patriotism, or religion, or both to deceive and overawe the people.....

Every solitary one of these aristocratic conspirators and would-be murderers claims to be an arch-patriot; every one of them insists that the war is being waged to make the world safe for democracy. What humbug! What rot! What false pretense! These autocrats, these tyrants, these red-handed robbers and murderers, the "patriots," while the men who have the courage to stand face to face with them, speak the truth, and fight for their exploited victims-they are the disloyalists and traitors. If this be true, I want to take my place side by side with the traitors in this fight. "

--Eugene V. Debs - The Canton, Ohio, Anti-War Speech. June 16, 1918

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Do the Blogue

From one of my favorite places to waste time- and yes it is a blog.


Strike a post
Strike a post
Blogue, blogue, blogue
Blogue, blogue, blogue

Surf around, every page you load is tragic
Tripe everywhere that you go [surf around]
You try everything you can to escape
The mainstream media you know [media you know]

When all else fails and you long to read
Something better than your feeds today
I know a place where you can have your say
It's called the blogosphere, and here's what it's for, so


Come on, blogue
Let your fingers move to the music [move to the music]
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, blogue
Let your fingers go with the flow [go with the flow]
You know you can do it

You don't have to do real reporting
Link to it, that's what it's for [that's what it's for]
Stay inside, for your finest inspiration
No need to open the door [open up the door]

It makes no difference if you're black or white
If you're a boy or a girl
If the server's pumping it will give you new life
You're a microstar, yes, that's what you are, you know it

(chorus, substituting "groove" for "move")

Traffic's where you find it
Not just where the AdWords mine it
Hits are in the trivial
That's where I feel so pivotal
Whimsical, like Justin Hall
So get up on the blogosphere

Blogue, [Blogue]
PageRank's where you find it [move to the music]
Blogue, [Blogue]
PageRank's where you find it [go with the flow]

Mark Cuban, Malik, Om,
Nick Denton, Doctorow
Calacanis, Weblogs Inc.
Written up in Wired magazine

Daily Kos, Wonkette, Kaus
Fierce with a computer mouse
Metafilter, Dave Winer
Peter Rojas, gadget finder

They had style, they had grace
Kottke had the interface
Arianna, Ana too
Robert Scoble, Bill loves you

Ladies with an attitude
Fellows that were IMterviewed
Don't just stand there, let's get to it
Strike a post, there's nothing to it

Blogue, blogue

Oooh, you've got to
Let your fingers move to the music
Oooh, you've got to just
Let your fingers go with the flow
Oooh, you've got to

(c) 2006 Owen Thomas with apologies to Madonna

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