Monday, September 25, 2006

Ultimatum

Ultimatum (Live) The Long Winters lyrics
Artist: The Long Winters
Album: Ultimatum
Year: 2005
Title: Ultimatum (Live) Print
Correct


Student, why do you dream of me
When you dream of your acre of trees?
It was agreed I came to burn leaves
It's all I ever claimed to do
A ploughman i'll never grow into

My arms miss you
My hands miss you
The stars sing, i've got their song in my head

Blue in the broad light of day
Your claws are snagged on my face
Say it, I wish we would make it
And I wish that I could take it
When you turn on me

My arms miss you
My hands miss you
The stars sing, i've got their song in my head
Oh, I dont want my words twisted
I don't want you to listen to close
Or wait for me impatiently
And I hope I can keep seeing you
As long as you don't say you're falling in love

Crave translates into slave
No-one can harness the rain
And I can make myself into rain
You feel me on your cheek
And on your sleeve

My arms miss you
My hands miss you
The stars sing, i've got their song in my head
Oh, I don't want my words twisted
I don't want you to listen to close
Or wait for me impatiently
And I hope I can keep seeing you
As long as you don't say you're falling in love

And I can feel you're about to forget
Yes, I can feel you're about to forget

The Long Winters Lyrics

Monday, September 11, 2006

Civil Society

Comments from ITC Policy Poll
-By Heidi Jane Smith

Do you think that civil society is doing enough to strengthen global Information and Communications Technology policy formulation? Results from 94 CIVICS voters say “no” which suggest, with clear 86 percent majority, they should do more. It’s a chronic failure for civil society representatives to think they do not work together or hard enough; yet it is their biggest achievement when they do.

Consequently, on September 8, Federal Computer Week, (www.fcw.com) a US based Web publication for federal employees and business that works with the American government, published 'Army of bloggers' helps Senate pass bill , an article highlighting the grassroots efforts of programmers and computer gurus to keep the Federal Funding Accountability and Transparency Act (S. 2590) alive. “The bill would create a Google-like search engine and database to track approximately $1 trillion in federal grants, contracts, earmarks and loans.” The article cites American senators and lawmakers, but forgets to reference a blogger’s opinion or potential users.

Civil society is composed of a myriad web of diverse interest, belief and ideas. They must act together and concert their efforts in a single cord to make change. What is the ultimate objective for civil society is to work together; a gargantuan triumph at best. So why do most believe they aren’t doing enough? Maybe it’s too difficult to identify civil society for a comment. Are civil society representatives expected to work harder than the rest?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

"White like me"

Imagine white like me, how the world would be? I’ve traveled the seven seas and have seen all that the eye can see, but what if the world was white like me, how would that be?

The Indian women in Mombi, with her mother-in-law in sight, how she looked at me longing to be in a different life; to choose her own husband and possess her own plight.

My Kenyan friend Phoebe who said “how pretty are thee,” as she played through my string sandy blond hair, braiding strand by strand; why could she not see that she is as pretty as me?

Or the cry of joy from the Chinese lady that I gave my favorite dress as a collegial exchange for all the wonderful friendly gestures she endowed upon me while studying her cultural traditions at the University.

Then there is Luciana, my exchange classmate in Buenos Aires, now a mother, married to her high school sweetheart, working at her father’s store, living in her grandparent’s apartment pained as trendy as could be, she is close to her family and friends, never leaving town for more than a day of rest.

All along I search to be, not like the rest, someone special, different but, of course above all, my best; a dynamic and funny girl who is not judged by my background, place of birth, color of skin, do I have more privilege then the rest?

For the worst and best that globalization has to offer, why would we want the rest to look like the west? As I have traveled to seek independence, identity and culture, I have gained more respect for the traditional cultural backgrounds of my neighbors and friends. Yet who am I? Just like the rest, longing to be in a different place in life, with a lover and friends, to be beautiful and happy, or just to be noticed by the rest?

Image—8.22.06

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

El partido progresista

El “partido progresista” fue organizado al principios del siglo pasado por Theodore Roosevelt en (1912), quebró el partido y nombrado de nuevo por Robert M. La Follette, Sr. en Wisconsin (1924) y por la tercera vez en 1948.

Aunque fue aprobada por a los laboristas, granjeros y socialistas, pero realmente no lanzó mucho más que luchar contra lo main stream/ status quo—con una propuesta alternativa. Su plataforma era anti-guerra, pro-labor y granjeros, pro-mujer de votar, etc. (por eso tiene el sentido mas centro izquierda acá). Pero lo que hizo era un partido formado afuera del normal Democrats vs Republicano mas independiente (exacto como el sentido de la Tercera vía).

En los últimos años se presentan el Progressive Democrats of America (PDA) con el apoyo de Howard Dean en 2004. Tambien el jugador Jessy Ventura, el ex gobernador de Minnesota fue parte del movimiento “independiente” antes de formar su partido propio.

Anualmente en la política de los demócratas, sigue mucho el partido independiente con lo que pasó en Connecticut la semana pasada. “Joe" Lieberman perdió el voto de los demócratas Ned Lamont y ahora esta por lanzar su candidatura independiente para ser presidente del los EEUU.

(Por el lado social, la gente joven política/alternativa, “los “hipsters,” usa el termino progresista mucho también.)

Fighting Bob LaFollette

Quoted in reference to WWI

"The purpose of this campaign is to throw the country into a state of terror, to coerce public opinion, to stifle criticism, and suppress discussion. People are being unlawfully arrested, thrown into jail, held incommunicado for days, only to be eventually discharged without ever having been taken into court, because they have committed no crime. But more than this, if every preparation for war can be made the excuse for destroying free speech and a free press and the right of the people to assemble together for peaceful discussion, then we may well despair of ever again finding ourselves for a long period in a state of peace. The destruction of rights now occurring will be pointed to then as precedents for a still further invasion of the rights of the citizen."


Shortcut to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_M._La_Follette%2C_Sr.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Reason for foundations.

From a post modern philosophy seminar I took two years ago with an Argentine friend with a degree from the New School in NYC, I learned why Foundations are necessary. In the class we read French philosopher Jean Francois Lyotard. (His book is called the Postmodern Condition). He writes about the production of knowledge in the post modern times as well as the science and use of technology. Mainly, Lyotard is criticizing the lack of new ideas being produced by the “commercialization” of universities and the use of scientific knowledge in the social sciences. This got me thinking of how knowledge is created and used and spread. I found the idea of producing knowledge related to our discussion for “rationalizing foundations” in society.

For example, as in other areas in the hard sciences like technology, they need funds to do research. In many cases, the money somewhat defines what is studied. Businesses funds R&D to invent new products, so then to sell and make more money. The money spent as an investment for the outcome of the product that could be potentially produced. Therefore money drives the thinking. Not that the “thinkers” (researchers) aren’t working but they may steer their ideas to where the funding sources are. This is the same as researchers at universities looking for grants to do their research.

Likewise, to make a social movement you have to feed it. Foundations generally work as fuel for social movements. Social Movements can be called a public good—they do not belong to anyone specifically but are beneficial hopefully to all of society. Social moments (case studies of grant agreements if you want to all them that) can create good public policy. Because of the scarcity of resources, often times this social engineering needs to be fueled with funding. They also can drive good policy because the set examples of where business and government’s fail to provide goods for a society (i.e. government or business failures). A good foundation would find a need, through a group of candidates and fund them, publish them, generating the knowledge and send the idea to a larger funder. Hence the generation of knowledge.

So don’t think a funding operator is an administrative job. It could actually the most crucial person in the funding or knowledge creation cycle.

This is where we discussed the idea of pooling ideas, weaving out bad ideas and vetting to create new idea pools. There is always a pool of resources but what spent is the decision of the funder not the experimenter with the idea. Just like in the grant making process, we set or parameters of what we think we want to fund and then the public picks up the idea and applies it to whatever their realities is. I could argue the chicken and the egg, but I would suggest you can never argue where the money comes from is where the idea is born.

10 rules for strategic innovation

The rules are (in simplified, paraphrased form):

1. A powerful strategic idea is not enough to ensure success.
2. You need to forget irrelevant lessons that led to success in the traditional business.
3. Established companies can outperform start-ups in pursuing strategic innovation by leveraging the established businesses' key resources and assets.
4. Strategic experiments face more unknowns than known quantities.
5. The organization for strategic innovation should be built from the ground up to optimize that opportunity . . . and to avoid tainted loyalty and memories of the other businesses.
6. Only senior management can manage the inevitable conflicts between the old and new businesses.
7. The strategic innovation will need planning processes designed to maximize learning.
8. Keep the politics out of letting the innovative organization learn.
9. Focus the innovation organization on learning rather than near-term results.
10. Organizations can learn relevant skills to make strategic innovations easier to pursue and more successful.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Friday, July 28, 2006

You're wonderful...I miss you

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni/Bonnie Hayes

Did I tell you how much I miss
Your sweet kiss?
Did I tell you I didn't cry?
Well I lied
I lie lie lied
Over real over
When I nearly hit the face I loved
So tired of packaging the anger
Always pushing you away

Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
Cos you're wonderful yeah

Did I tell you how much I miss
Your smile?
Did I tell you I was okay?
Well no way
No way way way

You're wonderful yeah yeah

Now now now each and every day
I realize the price I have to pay
You you're wonderful
And now for your information
I'm walking around like an arm decoration

You you're wonderful
So high I can't get over it
So deep I can't get under it
You
You're wonderful yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
Wonderful

Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
For so long long long

Monday, July 24, 2006

'till kingdom comes

Still my heart and hold my tongue
I feel my time, my time has come
Let me in, unlock the door
I never felt this way before
And the wheels just keep on turning
And the drummer begins to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know which way I've come

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you I've waited all these years

For you I'd wait til Kingdom Come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

In your tears and in your blood
In your fire and in your flood
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing
I wouldn't change a single thing

And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know what I've become

For you I'd wait til Kingdom Come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

Sunday, July 16, 2006

SNOW RUNNING

SNOW PATROL LYRICS

"Run"

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

The Black Man’s Question

The Black Man’s Question

Like the ignorant man I am
I really have to ask:
if the color white is a virtue
why don’t you whiten me?

It’s no insult to be Black,
don’t let it give you the blues,
even society ladies
wear their shiny black shoes…
and beautiful long black hair.
Let anyone here explain,
my question is very fair.
I really have to ask
like the ignorant man I am.

I ask without hesitation,
it’s something I don’t understand:
when the Lord who made us all
mixed His water and sand,
what color clay did He use
to give father Adam shape?
And if you want to shut me up
first answer—I’ll shut my traip.
Like the ignorant man I am
I really have to ask.

I ask (because I want to)
if being black is a crime.
I’ve never seen white letters
since the beginning of time
Christ’s holy cross was black,
that’s where our savior died,
and Mother Mary wore black
when Her Son Jesus died.
I really have to ask
if the color white is a virtue

The black man with his blackness
and the white man with his white,
all of us come to our end
in the tomb as black as night.
Then, the beautify of white ladies
will end from pole to pole,
and the critic will be finished
and the man as black as coal
If the color white is a virtues,
why don’t you whiten me?

--Juan Garcia, Ecuador
(IAF GRANTEE)

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

BandS' MandPs







Meat and Potatoes


My baby came to me lately
'Honey, please don't take this bad, but maybe
When you laid me
Could we try to spice it up?'

I looked across the table
First to see if she was joking
No joke
There was no flicker
Just a girl who wanted more

Than meat and potatoes
She may stop at whips and chains
She needs carousal
More arousal
A bit of pain

So we started by using handcuffs
We tried a can of cold whipped cream
I was allergic to so much dairy
She had to finish it all by herself

Then I slapped her
She wasn't expecting
So she hit me back
She friggin' cracked me
I got a nose bleed
She was angry
She wanted more

Than mean and potatoes
She may stop at pumps and drains!
She needs carousal
More arousal
A bit of pain

Invite the neighbours
Or total strangers
Give yourself a leg up, honey
Wear 'The Queen' mask
Put on the French basque
It's full of handy holes
If we're going to use them all
We're going to need more than

Meat and potatoes!
She may draw the line at dolls and freaks
She needs some abusing
Some amusement
To get through the week

'I know you respect me
You won't reject me
And the arrow of our love is straight and true'

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Merriweather's Belle and Sebastian best

Belle And Sebastian - The Boy With The Arab Strap Lyrics

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of
old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When
you've been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets
you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old
town

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke's not your style
"I don't
like this place"
We better go
Then I compare notes
with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as
the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession

What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of
your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything
good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the
chaos of trouble
Cause anything's better than posh
isolation
1 missed the bus
You were laid on your
back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy
from the arab strap

It's something to speak of
the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do
you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in
silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old
Compton
The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele

A central location for
you is a must as you stagger about makingfree with your lewd and
lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we've all
seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you
drinking from noon
Until noon again
You're the
boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the arab
strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the
shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the
cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do
you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly
updating your hit parade of your ten biggestwanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday
bathtime could take a while

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

come to me

BJORK LYRICS

"Come To Me"

come to me
i'll take care of you
protect you
calm, calm down
you're exhausted
come lie down
you don't have to explain
i understand

you know
that i adore you
you know
that i love you
so don't make me say it
it would burst the bubble
break the charm

jump off
your building's on fire
i'll catch you
i'll catch you
destroy all that is keeping you down
and then i'll nurse you
i'll nurse you

come to me
i'll take care of you
you don't have to explain
i understand

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

4/7 Shoreline by BSS




From the album "Broken Social Scene"

it's a shoreline
it's high speed
its a cruel world

and it's time
and you want to get away
oh where to go to
when you want to get it out
oh how to get through
if you want to get it all
you can own what you choose
and you want to live a lie
and love what you lose

it's a shoreline
it's high speed
its a cruel world
and it's time

And you're walking away
And you try to get through
but youve got another life
from the lies they told you
and you try to do it right,
and they all will see you
if you try to steal the beat ohh
the beat will steal you

its coming
its coming in hard

Friday, May 12, 2006

The Libertines

Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind,
and to lie to you rather than hurt you?
Well I'll confess all of of my sins
after several large gins
but still I'll hide from you,
hide what's inside from you.

And alarm bells ring
when you say your heart still sings
when you're with me.
Won't you please forgive me?

But I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no

And all the memories of the pubs
and the clubs and the drugs and the tubs
we shared together,
Will stay with me forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the to's and the fro's,
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you please forgive me
I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no

Well I no longer hear the music when the lights go out,
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind is all too clear.
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone,
And with her my heart had disappeared...

Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
All the memories of the fights and the nights
and the blue lights, all the kites
We flew together,
I thought they'd fly forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the to's and the fro's
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you please forgive me

But I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no

Music when the lights go out
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind it's all too clear.

Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone
And With her my heart had disappeared

Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
And no longer hear the music

from Music when the lights go out, the Libertines

Saturday, May 06, 2006

"Love's A Game"

THE MAGIC NUMBERS

"Love's A Game"

Oh maybe I think, maybe I don’t
Maybe I will, maybe I won’t
Find my way this time
I hear you calling me soon

One of these days
Somebody stays and somebody pays
It happens all the time
I’ll be leaving, believing you wanted me to

Maybe I’m a fool
For walking in line
Maybe I should try to lead this time
I’m an honest mistake that you make
Did you mean to?
Did you mean
Did you mean

Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true

And they collared you up
And collared you down
And coloured you in
And I’ve been waiting so long
To take you home

And maybe I think, maybe I don’t
Maybe I will, maybe I won’t
Find my way tonight
But I hear you calling me soon

Maybe I’m a fool
For walking in line
Maybe I should try to lead this time
I’m an honest mistake that you make
Did you mean to?
Did you mean
Did you mean

Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true

Maybe I’m a fool
For walking in line
Maybe I should try to lead this time
I’m an honest mistake that you made
Did you mean to?
Did you mean
Did you mean

Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true

Monday, May 01, 2006

Love & Death

Love & Death
by The Stills

I'll make my own way; I'll make my own way
Don't bother counting on me, loving me, just stack that gum-gun
Well this sorry joker joke, it's all we really need
There's nothing that I need

Too late and too bad, I'm stuck feeling bad
Without you, I'm a mess, without you, you just don't know
This is really not a joke; you're all I really need, you're all I really need

And I'm just so bored of wasting my time
Love and death always on my mind
And I'm just so sick of wasting my time
Love and death always on my mind


I'll make my own way; I'll make my own way
Don't bother counting on me, loving me, just stack that gum-gun
Well this sorry joker joke, it's all we really need
There's nothing that I need

And I'm just so bored of wasting my time
Love and death always on my mind
And I'm just so sick of wasting my time
Love and death always on my mind

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me

The Cure
Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
(c) 1987
Just Like Heaven


"Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you"

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven


Sunday, April 23, 2006

" Your Heart Is An Empty Room "

Death Cab For Cutie

" Your Heart Is An Empty Room "

Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue

Fall fades how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago

And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home out on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
Cause you knew you were finally free

Cause all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home out on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone

And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home there on the street
Are so many possibilities to not be alone

Thursday, April 20, 2006

old writtings...

stop my restless nights,
don't block me out,
i'v fallen fast for you.

i apologies for not listening,
too much endless rambling,
and not enough understanding.

forgive me, but please,
don't compare me to the past,
i won't either.

come by for a game of aware,
and try some yerba mate,
let's continue our conversations....


http://www.noborders.net/mate/friendship.html

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Your Eyes by Ghazi A. Algosaibi

Your Eyes by Ghazi A. Algosaibi


I play in your eyes - -
walk child-like in beach sand
collecting sea shells,
take refuge in my treasure cave
amid the gleam of antique gold,
soar and sail with seagulls,
rest at the lighthouse,
and follow dolphins
to unseen shores.

A Saudi Poem

Friday, April 14, 2006

quote of the day...

I wouldn't miss it for the world. Happy Birthday.

-Wille Zur Macht

Dirty Dream Number Two Lyrics

Artist(Band):Belle & Sebastian


Dirty Dream Number Two Lyrics




I'm lucky, I can open the door and I can walk down the street
Unlucky, I've got no place to go and so I follow my feet

A choice is facing you, a healthy dose of pain
A choice is facing you as you stare through the rain
A choice is facing you but I choose to refrain for today
Tomorrow we'll be back in trouble again

Dream one, you had a whole lot of fun with a comedian
Stop short of going all the way, you'll have to make it someday

Why is this happening to you, you're not a child?
Why is this happening? You've too much on your mind
Things creep up on you when you are fast asleep
You are dreaming, you are sleepy
You are stuck to the sheets

Instrumental

In a town so small there's no escaping you
In a town so small there's no escape from view
In a town so small there's nothing left to do

Dream two you couldn't see her face, but you saw everything else
Dream two was pretty special, easily beats loving yourself

Could you put a name to someone elses sigh?
Could you put a face to someone elses eyes?
Is it someone that you'd maybe recognise?
But it all fades into morning when you open your eyes

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Read this Book

Poor People's Movements
by Frances Fox Piven and Richard Cloward

This book is a classic examination of the importance of protest in the United States in the 20th century. It covers the "structure of protest" and case studies of four different movements (two from the 1930s and two from the 1960s). While the main thesis is disputable (protest is possible only within certain institutional and structural constraints; further, it is a necessary path to results for the poor, while organization building is a red herring for activists), the importance of the book is not.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Tahiti 80 "Get Yourself Together"

Tahiti 80
Get Yourself Together lyrics

Here again, I know it's coming
That same old feeling
Those days when you feel like a child again
Leave behind all your worries
There's no time for that, no please
The blue sky over my head
Will get you out of bed
(Chorus)
Get yourself together
Cause we've got to make things happen
While there's still time to do it right
You look better now
No doubt about it
You're even smiling just a little bit
That child-like smile is back on your face
I'll take you on a special journey
Don't ask me where it's brand new to me
The black cloud over your head
Is now on its death bed
(Chorus)
Feels like we live in a movie
It's too good to be true
But don't worry
Cause today, today is the day
When the sun wipes everything away
(Chorus)
It's gonna be alright

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Ollanta Humala on Globalization

"Some countries globalise, and others are globalised," is how Ollanta Humala (presidential candidate in Peru) puts it. "The Third World belongs in the latter category."

Monday, April 03, 2006

Committed Citizens

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
Margaret Mead

Sunday, March 26, 2006

i see you, you see me by the Magic#s

I never wanted to love you, but that’s ok
I always knew that you’d leave me anyway
But darling when I see you, I see me

I asked the boys if they’d let me go out and play
They always said that you’d hurt me anyway
But darling when I see you, I see me

Its alright I never thought I’d fall in love again
Its alright I look to you as my only friend
Its alright I never thought that I could feel this something
Rising, rising in my veins
Looks like it’s happened again

I never thought that you wanted for me to stay
So I left you with the girls that came your way
But darling when I see you, I see me
I often thought that you’d be better off left alone
Why throw a circle round a man with broken bones
But darling when I see you, I see me

Its alright I never thought I’d fall in love again
Its alright I look to you as my only friend
Its alright I never thought that I could feel this something
Rising, rising in my veins
Looks like it’s happened again

You always looked like you had something else on your mind
But when I try to tell you, you’d tell me never mind
But darling when I see you, you see me

I wanna tell you that I’ll never love anyone else
You wanna tell me that you’re better off by yourself
But darling when I see you, you see me

This is not what I’m like (x4)
This is not what I do
This is not what I’m like
I think I’m falling for you

I never thought - This is not what I’m like I never thought - This is not what I do
I never thought - This is not what I’m like
I never thought - I think I’m falling for you
I never thought -
I never thought -
That I could feel this something
Rising, rising in my veins
Looks like it’s happened again

And it looks like
I feel this something
Rising, rising in my veins
Looks like it’s happened again

Friday, March 03, 2006

"Since I Seen't You"

Okay maybe this is too much, but you get my idea......

ANTHONY HAMILTON LYRICS

"Since I Seen't You"

You're 'bout the flyest thang that life could ever bring
Like fresh air to me the blood I bleed sent to me
And I want, wanna build with you

Since I seen't you, we've been peoples, you're my equal
This love is see through I want to Keep you
I want to be with you

You're like the softest cloud a virgin in my eye
An angel just my size
Wish that I could fall in love with you again
And I wanna build with you

Since I seen't you, we've been peoples, you're my equal
This love is see through I want to Keep you
I want to be with you

Your conversation is liberating, when we're relating it's a vacation.
Like recreation, I want my way with you

Ever since the day you walked into my life
I've never been the same then and not again
I hope and pray to God that you stay awhile
..........with me and....

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

The Prophet on love

On Love

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Better Days Lyrics

Better Days Lyrics
by Anthony Hamilton


There was times I didn't want to bother you
You were at work all night I didn't want to complain
And I realize the compromise that love ones make
I'm holding on for the future some more better days
With you

Be without you
Oh wouldn't be with out you
Oh I live for your love
For you

Say word I'm there when you need me
My job is to protect you although I know
That women get emotional in need of love
So I tried to learn your species and one day we'll grow
Grow

Be without you
Oh wouldn't be with out you
Oh I live for your love
For you

I live for ya.... live ya
I live for ya lovin baby
Without you..without your love

Be without you
Oh wouldn't be with out you
Oh I live for your love
For you

I wouldn't be without you
I couldn't live without you
Never gonna smile without you
Won' be without you

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
BY
Walt Whitman



Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.


Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?


The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,
You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your
sole and exclusive standard,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives
around you would have to be abandon'd,
Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let
go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down and depart on your way.


Or else by stealth in some wood for trial,
Or back of a rock in the open air,
(For in any roof'd room of a house I emerge not, nor in company,
And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any
person for miles around approach unawares,
Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or
some quiet island,
Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,
With the comrade's long-dwelling kiss or the new husband's kiss,
For I am the new husband and I am the comrade.


Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus merely touching you is enough, is best,
And thus touching you would I silently sleep and be carried eternally.


But these leaves conning you con at peril,
For these leaves and me you will not understand,
They will elude you at first and still more afterward, I will
certainly elude you.
Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold!
Already you see I have escaped from you.


For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,
Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me,
Nor will the candidates for my love (unless at most a very few)
prove victorious,
Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just as much evil,
perhaps more,
For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times
and not hit, that which I hinted at;
Therefore release me and depart on your way [or love me forever].

Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances by Walt

Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances
BY
Walt Whitman


Of the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,
That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,
shining and flowing waters,
The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these
are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real
something has yet to be known,
(How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me and mock me!
How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)
May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)
as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they
would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely
changed points of view;
To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends,
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me
by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason
hold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I
require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity
beyond the grave,
But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes by Walt

Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
BY
Walt Whitman


Not heat flames up and consumes,
Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly
along white down-balls of myriads of seeds,
Waited, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;
Not these, O none of these more than the flames of me, consuming,
burning for his love whom I love,
O none more than I hurrying in and out;
Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same,
O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds,
are borne through the open air,
Any more than my soul is borne through the open air,
Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.
February 11, 2006

Friday, February 03, 2006

El Rey... Andrés Calamaro


El REY


Más duele
Andrés Calamaro.

Tengo tu mano apoyada en la mía así
ya te enseñé todo lo que sabía
si me quedo más que mareo
cuando no estás es feo
cuando no estás es muy feo
voy a ponerme la ropa mojada
voy a brindar con agua mineral
no hay relleno para la empanada
cuando no estás duele más
pues voy a olvidarme de todo
la única verdad es la verdad
el tiempo va a curarme de algún modo
cuando no estás, cuando no estás
duele más
mas duele cuando no estás
duele más
cuando no estás, más duele
cuando no estás, duele más
y es muy feo.



Te quiero igual
Andrés Calamaro.

Te quiero pero te llevaste la flor
y me dejaste el florero
te quiero me dejaste la ceniza
y te llevaste el cenicero
te quiero pero te llevaste marzo
y te rendiste en febrero
primero te quiero igual
te quiero , te llevaste la cabeza
y me dejaste el sombrero
te quiero pero te olvidaste abril
en el ropero pero igual
te quiero no me gusta esperar
pero igual te espero
primero te quiero igual
te quiero me dejaste el florero
y te llevaste la flor
pero igual
te quiero me dejaste el vestido
y te llevaste el amor
te quiero pero te olvidaste abril
en el ropero
primero te quiero igual
no sé si estoy despierto
o tengo los ojos abiertos
te quiero, no sé si estoy despierto
o tengo los ojos abiertos
sé que te quiero y que me esperan
más aeropuertos
te quiero te llevaste la vela
y me dejaste el entierro
primero te quiero igual
te quiero pero te llevaste la flor
y me dejaste el florero
te quiero me dejaste la ceniza
y te llevaste el cenicero
te quiero pero te llevaste marzo
y te rendiste en febrero
primero te quiero igual.


Jugando con fuego
Andrés Calamaro.

Yo tengo cuatro claveles
uno por cada motivo
el encuentro, tu mirada
mi secreto, nuestro olvido
estoy jugando con fuego
y en la yema de los dedos
tengo el tacto de los días
tengo el tacto de las noches
tengo el tacto de los dos
es inmoral sentirse mal
por haber querido tanto
debería estar prohibido
haber vivido
y no haber amado
por eso tírame un beso
que sigo preso
de nuestro encierro
jugar con fuego
si me quedé sin aliento
y no pude dar contigo
va a venir la noche negra
para quedarse conmigo
porque jugando con fuego
puede ser que se lastime
puede ser que se lastime
puede ser que sufra un poco
y nos queremos los dos
es inmoral sentirse mal
por haber querido tanto
debería estar prohibido
haber vivido
y no haber amado
por eso tirame un hueso que sigo preso
de nuestro encierro
jugar con fuego
estás jugando con fuego
por un tanto así
y muy juntitos los dos
para vos, reina.



February 03, 2006

Monday, January 30, 2006

Amazing grace

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.
’Twas blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to feel
and grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.
Amazing grace, ohh how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found,
was blind but now I see....
January 30, 2006

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Lack of Color by Death Cab

Lack of Color by Death Cab



And when i see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around
If you feel discouraged
That there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seems
Absorbing everything
The spectrum's a to z
This fact not fiction
For the first time in years
And all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But i know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay [x3]
This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years



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  • January 29, 2006

    Lack of Color by Death Cab

    Tuesday, January 24, 2006

    The Mouse Whose Name Is Time

    January 24, 2006


    The Mouse Whose Name Is Time
    The mouse whose name is Time
    Is out of sound and sight.
    He nibbles at the day
    And nibbles at the night.
    He nibbles at the summer
    Till all of it is gone.
    He nibbles at the seashore,
    He nibbles at the moon.
    Yet no man not a seer,
    No woman not a sibyl
    Can ever ever hear
    Or see him nibble, nibble.
    And whence or how he comes
    And how or where he goes
    Nobody now remembers,
    Nobody living knows.
    Robert Francis

    Monday, January 23, 2006

    Michelle Bachelet on Violence

    January 23, 2006


    Michelle Bachelet on Violence


    ''Violence entered my life and destroyed what I loved. I was a victim of hate, and so I have dedicated my life to reversing that hatred by turning it into understanding, tolerance and -- why not say it outright? -- love.'' So spoke Michelle Bachelet on Sunday night after winning Chile's presidential election.

    She is the first women, without family political connections, to win as president in the Hemisphere! Bachelet, a socialist during the Allende period, was tortured and sent into exile.

    Sunday, January 22, 2006

    T.S. Eliot on Love

    January 20, 2006


    T.S. Eliot said that we should not over-examine love, not seek to place it “fixed and sprawling on a pin”—the study of it only devalues the object. It just is. And thank God for that!

    Saturday, January 21, 2006

    Einstein sobre Intelectualidad

    Einstein sobre Intelectualidad


    EINSTEIN


    Damas y caballeros,
    En estos días, la humanidad se encuentra orgullosa de su propio desarrollo intelectual. La búsqueda del conocimiento, es una de las mayores cualidades del hombre.

    Aunque los que llevan la voz mas fuerte, no son nuestro orgullo, sino aquellas voces que no se escuchan.
    No se debe mezclar la propia intelectualidad con las voces del poder.
    Pero por supuesto, el intelecto tiene mucho músculo, pero no tiene personalidad.
    No se puede liderar, solamente surfear (sic), y no es para fastidiar la elección del líder. Esta característica refleja la calidad del clérigo, el intelectual.

    El intelecto tiene una visión aguda sobre los metales y herramientas, pero es ciego a los fines y valores. Entonces, no sorprende que esté transmitido mediante un ciego fatal, del viejo al joven, de generación en generación.
    January 20, 2006

    Friday, January 20, 2006

    power corrupts

    power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely

    Lord Acton's epic warning that "power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely"
    Historian Lord Acton (1834-1902) issued epic warnings that political power is the most serious threat to liberty.
    Born in Naples, he was educated in England, Scotland, France and Germany, developing an extraordinary knowledge of European political history.

    While he never wrote the history of liberty he dreamed about, his essays and letters abound with memorable insights. For instance: "Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end...liberty is the only object which benefits all alike, and provokes no sincere opposition...The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to to govern. Every class is unfit to govern...Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely."
    In his inaugural lecture as Regius Professor of Modern History at Cambridge University, Lord Acton told students: "I exhort you never to debase the moral currency or to lower the standard of rectitude, but to try others by the final maxim that governs your own lives, and to suffer no man and no cause to escape the undying penalty which history has the power to inflict on wrong."

    Monday, January 16, 2006

    The committed citizens

    January 16, 2006
    The committed citizens
    Margaret Mead said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
    Happy MLK day!

    Friday, January 06, 2006

    Boa Constrictor

    January 06, 2006

    Boa Constrictor

    Oh, I'm being eaten
    By a boa constrictor,
    A boa constrictor,
    A boa constrictor,
    I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
    And I don't like it--one bit.
    Well, what do you know?
    It's nibblin' my toe.
    Oh, gee,
    It's up to my knee.
    Oh my,
    It's up to my thigh.
    Oh, fiddle,
    It's up to my middle.
    Oh, heck,
    It's up to my neck.
    Oh, dread,
    It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
    Shel Silverstein

    Thursday, January 05, 2006

    Summons

    January 05, 2006

    Summons, by Robert Francis
    Keep me from going to sleep too soon
    Or if I go to sleep too soon
    Come wake me up. Come any hour
    Of night. Come whistling up the road.
    Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
    Make me get out of bed and come
    And let you in and light a light.
    Tell me the northern lights are on
    And make me look. Or tell me clouds
    Are doing something to the moon
    They never did before, and show me.
    See that I see. Talk to me till
    I'm half as wide awake as you
    And start to dress wondering why
    I ever went to bed at all.
    Tell me the walking is superb.
    Not only tell me but persuade me.
    You know I'm not too hard to persuade.

    Wednesday, January 04, 2006

    Jorge Luis Borges's El Aleph

    January 04, 2006


    Jorge Luis Borges's El Aleph



    The quote's from Jorge Luis Borges's El Aleph, where Borges visits a friend and goes down to the basement to view this "aleph" thingie. It runs like this: On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realized that this movement was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded. The Aleph's diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror's face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the center of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I'd seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand; I saw a woman in Inverness whom I shall never forget; I saw her tangled hair, her tall figure, I saw the cancer in her breast; I saw a ring of baked mud in a sidewalk, where before there had been a tree; I saw a summer house in Adrogué and a copy of the first English translation of Pliny -- Philemon Holland's -- and all at the same time saw each letter on each page (as a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight); I saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal; I saw my empty bedroom; I saw in a closet in Alkmaar a terrestrial globe between two mirrors that multiplied it endlessly; I saw horses with flowing manes on a shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn; I saw the delicate bone structure of a hand; I saw the survivors of a battle sending out picture postcards; I saw in a showcase in Mirzapur a pack of Spanish playing cards; I saw the slanting shadows of ferns on a greenhouse floor; I saw tigers, pistons, bison, tides, and armies; I saw all the ants on the planet; I saw a Persian astrolabe; I saw in the drawer of a writing table (and the handwriting made me tremble) unbelievable, obscene, detailed letters, which Beatriz had written to Carlos Argentino; I saw a monument I worshipped in the Chacarita cemetery; I saw the rotted dust and bones that had once deliciously been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon -- the unimaginable universe.

    Sunday, January 01, 2006

    Shalom

    January 01, 2006

    Shalom to you now,
    shalom, my firends.
    May God's full mercies
    bless you, my friends.
    In all your living
    and through your loving,
    Christ be your shalom;
    Christ be your shalom.
    http://www.morefaith.org

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