Начало в 8 по Москве. Кто опаздает суровый выговор от меня лично

"Aboriginal people learned from their stories that a society must not be human-centred but rather land centred, otherwise they forget their source and purpose...humans are prone to exploitative behaviour if not constantly reminded they are interconnected with the rest of creation, that they as individuals are only temporal in time, and past and future generations must be included in their perception of their purpose in life" C.Morris

“Through us, Gaia has seen herself from space, and begins to know her place in the universe.” James Lovelock

All of humanity needs Ecopsychology. I don’t mean that everyone needs to go to a therapist (there aren’t enough therapists anyway!). I mean that we all need to develop an Earth-based consciousness, an identity firmly rooted in the living processes of the Earth that some call Gaia.

Humanity’s psychological structure needs to be fully integrated into and informed by its place within Gaia, existing as a natural extension of our planet’s life, and all of the things that the human mind creates; societies, cities, cultures, technologies, sciences, religions and arts. All these need to become orientated towards evolving with Gaia, though certainly not to become enslaved to her in a way akin to Star Trek’s Borg or, less fictional, brainwashing cults or societies. I believe that individuality can be aligned with Gaia without being lost and that a person can have their individual thoughts and feelings without being in conflict with the world.

Ecopsychology, for me, is about training our humanity to serve not only ourselves but also the wider world on which our existence depends, where human consciousness is so much a part of Gaia, that it can be considered the conscious aspect of Gaia. All of our qualities are a part of the system within which we exist and evolve, something that should inform all of our attitudes and behaviours.

Evolution can no longer be considered an isolated action but a collective action, where all organisms, their qualities and the systems they inhabit, are part of a coevolving whole. The human mind’s evolution and of everything it creates is a part of, not apart from, this coevolving whole, our living planet, Gaia.

So the basic rule is: state your claim, give a reason for your claim, and give supporting evidence for the reason to your claim.  I'll leave my crafty ideas for the exam at 14:00 CAT today! Yowza!!!  That is, of course, if this poem is actually in the exam... which I'm hoping it will be.

Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.

I'm trying to read a book on how to relax, but I keep falling asleep.

I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.

When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.

Never argue with a fool. People might not know the difference.

When you're right, no one remembers. When you're wrong, no one forgets.

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.

Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make mistakes when nobody is looking.

If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.

When I'm not in my right mind, my left mind gets pretty crowded.

You know the speed of light, so what's the speed of dark?

Evening news is where they begin with 'Good evening', and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.

Death is hereditary.

There are three sides to any argument: your side, my side and the right side.

Always forgive your enemies - Nothing annoys them so much.

They say hard work never hurts anybody, but why take the chance?

Always borrow money from a pessimist.  He won't expect it back.

I like work.  It fascinates me.  I  sit and look at it for hours.

Where there's a will, there are five hundred relatives.

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.

i dont like her anymore. there i said it. its so funny, but it feels like im betreying you for saying that, letting you down... i mean, ariel is my inspiration for this blog, this word vomit of mine but in the end, seasons pass and feelings change. i think that its good. i am happy. i set myself free in a way.. shes not bi, and i have come to terms with that... if i was to devote myself to her, then there would always be that chance that she wouldnt feel the same. last night i gave her her birthday present. she really liked it, and even though i poured my heart out to her in the card i gave her [diddnt tell her the secret] she brushed it off. that kind of thing hurts..

i have decided that i should move on. and i am glad that i never really out and told her. we both hinted at times, but she is happy with her boyfriend. and thats just fine.

jack and i threw a party lastnight and she was here, along with twilight, lollie, camo, and starburst. [code names lol]

i work with twilight everyday, she is a good friend. lollie is twilights best friend, at least while camo is in the army. she will be gone for 3 years when she leaves next week. 

starburst just stopped by, she has strict parents and they said she couldnt come to the party, so she went to a different friends house instead. [parent approved] while she was over, i gave her a bracelet that has pink hearts on it, and little black pearls. i have a dark pink one, and she has the light pink one.... anyways, she told me that i looked hot. [ i was wearing gogo boots, pink diamond fishnets, a black pleated mini skirt and a green shirt with stars on it..]

she loves stars. :D

 i talked to her about sexuality before, when i liked ariel.. so i know that she is bi. i diddnt tell her who, but i needed to talk so i vented to her about it.. and she said, "im not going to lie to you, i like boys and girls too."

so.

where to go from here?

jack said that he isnt comfortable with me dating another girl. he just wants me to "hook up" with them. idk what that means. but im not going to give him his satisfaction. he cant get his cake and eat it too. thats not how life works. and its not fair.

so maybe i like her now. idk im trying not to anylize it. shes just so different than ariel:

starburst:

• friendly
• easy to talk to
• cute
• bi
• touches me, my leg, face, hands ect.
• smokes pot. [i think thats hot]

ariel

• hard to talk to
• shy
• busy
• straight
• has a boyfriend
• really reserved and we only hugged once.
• kinda too straight edge for me...

not that starburst dosent have flaws. but everyone does. right? she is young. 3 years younger than me. should that matter?

anyways. this is the update. :) i hope it diddnt shock you too bad. hahaha

on another note, i am VERY excited for halloween. i have had my costume since september and i cant wait to have a halloween party. so ill keep you posed on that. hopefully starburst can come. we will see.

the trip to kansas was very boring by the way. long and boring and i cant remember if i have mentioned it yet in my blog, but to keep the excitement up i wont talk about it much, just enough to explain that there was lots of country music, bugs and fields.

okay, that is it.  talk to you all again very soon.

Avery

It's our values that are screwed up. It's that we are in competition with the values of others, instead of partaking of the populist notion that a set of skills is appropriate in their context, and there is no fault or blame to the skilled person who finds herself thrust into a context where that skill set is useless.

Allow me to offer a gross example.

Thrust an expert mathematician into a board meeting where decisions are to be made about the next year's production quotas. His advice is useless.

Throw a CEO into a seminar with the goal of properly stating a new hypothesis about quantum mechanics. He'd be better off doing the coffee service for the rest.

Neither the mathematician nor the CEO have anything to feel bad about.

The dividing line in real life is not so easily marked, to be sure. But there is a battle line, defined by snobbery.

Small towners don't have the intellectual capacity to govern. Big cityites are too smart for their own or anyone else's good. There is a kernel of truth to both statements, and as premises in the political arena as well as attack points, both are worse than invalid. They are lies.

The following stipulates the stereotypes. My intent is to turn them into constructive entities.

What is true is that a small towner who gathers advisers who complement him in his weaknesses is very smart, and they will be a mixture of those from his sub-culture for common ground and intellectuals who can be counted upon to have integrity and honor in their specialties. A big cityite will seek out and listen carefully to those who had no impact on his upbringing, and have a healthy respect for their life experiences and work expertise where -- while they may not have the vocabularies to match the Harvard grad -- they are true intellectuals with integrity and honor.

The mark of a great leader is the ability to delegate serious responsibility to people who have the expertise to fulfill it and the integrity to be trusted with it. One doesn't pick a career military officer to set and implement agriculture policy. One doesn't pick a farmer to run the Department of Defense. One finds a farmer with balanced experience. One picks an officer with a proven track record.

Finally, on a personal note: I am an intellectual, I fit the stereotype rather precisely, both in its pejorative sense and in how I wish to recast it. A Sarah Palin can sneer at me all she likes. Her only response will be laughter in her face, and a keen sense of what she will be missing when it comes time to apply her intellect to a situation in which my expertise is what will pull her chestnuts out of the fire.

You can lead a human to knowledge, but you can't make her think. It is true of both sides.

We Will Berry You!—The Flaky Socialism of the Crunchy Cons

When you read the Crunchy Cons, one name comes up again and again. As a political movement, the group has been spearheaded by Rod Dreher, and it to him that we owe the phrase “Crunchy Cons.” Yet although he has mounted a spirited defense of the group’s credo in his Crunchy Cons: The New Conservative Culture and Its Return to Roots and writes a Crunchy Con blog, he is not the movement’s principal ideologue. That post belongs to the poet, novelist, literary scholar, and farmer Wendell Berry...

Tip: Gordon's addendum at The American Conservative blog @TAC:

Berry Isn’t a Socialist

I didn’t say in my Taki Magazine article that Wendell Berry is a socialist...

his eyes slowly close as he takes his final breathe to say the words which had moments before escaped his mind.

"because... i must protect you... i must make sure that you live, carry on with your life, have fun and make love to your husband and shower your kids with love. i must protect all that you hold dear to your heart. even if it costs me my own life. this is why i did sacrifice my own life. this is how things are in the brigade, we are trained to lay our lives down for those who pay for our services. please forgive me madame. i was only trying to protect you... tell margerite... i love her..."

with that, the man fell dead against a wall and slumped down, back against the wall, his silence for evermore. 'even in death...' his thoughts rang clear in the alley way, 'i am able to watch over the family i was hired to protect.' with that, his eyes closed, his breathe stopped, and he died with a smile on his face.

"no! james... not you! anything but this... james..."

I like to share another piece of my life with you. For a while, I had the honer of living with someone who to my understanding has reached a deep level of peace. An amazing experience which I am still learning from. In stressful moments of life, when I get worried or when I see a friend who is worried about something,
anything, he comes to my mind. My understanding is that his peace is the result of his believes. He clearly finds life free from a single random event. As if life is a crystal with long range order and zero defect. He has his own ideas of where and how life is directed, which is not for me to explain. But I think if I focus on certain events, I may find it simply out of order with a lot to worry about. Who knows, may be it takes "the enlightenment phenomenon" as my friend calls it, before I can see the life directed towards a certain point. Or may be one can sit on shoulder of giants with such a wisdom and see it through their eyes and kiss all worries goodbye.

Rice says US not trying to undermine Russia

Banker Bailout Bill Contains IRS Police State Provision

European leaders vow to fight financial crisis in unified manner

In 1985, research awarded chemistry prize after published New England Journal of Medicine study revealing that Coke makes sperm explode

Wachovia says it will press forward with selling itself to Wells Fargo, despite judge's ban

As Peter Mandelson returns to British government as Business Secretary, says he and Gordon Brown now joined at the hip

UN nuclear meeting indirectly criticizes Israel over its nuclear program

Free speech groups band together over UN's Combating the Defamation of Religion resolution

Couple Beaten to Death in Bizarre Stop-Smoking Ritual

Euro taskforce declares war on Somali pirates

The classification of anthropology's branches is rather flexible but it looks pretty much like the following. A first branch, called biological anthropology, deals with human physiology and anatomy and is used to draw up theories concerning human evolution (consequent to this branch's similarity with archaeology, the latter is at times considered to be part of anthropology). Grosso modo, the other part of anthropology can simply be dubbed as social anthropology, engulfing both linguistics and cultural anthropology. 

What depicts an anthropologist first and foremost is an underlying urge to know and understand different ways people have of looking at the world they live in, as they develop in their respective societies or groups. Through living amongst certain societies for extended periods of time (a method called participant observation), learning their languages and then presenting the etnographies is how anthropologists usually collect data, in the hope of understanding the differences and diversity of the studied groups of people. But it is vital to correctly interpret the momentum of such research: no matter how much interest is seemingly placed on differences between people, the core goal always was and always will be to reveal fundamental principles in the way that human beings organize and stage their social, political and sacramental life. Alas, until now, the world somehow lost touch with this all-too-important subject.

Anthropology should have changed the world, yet the subject is almost invisible in the public sphere outside the academy. [...] Anthropologists should have been at the forefront of public debate about multiculturalism and nationalism, the human aspects of information technology, poverty and economic globalization, human rights issues [...] but somehow [they] fail to get their message across. ( Eriksen, 2006 )

Now, ponder these images for a while. On Sundays, the HSBC building in Hong Kong, a renowned landmark, shades thousands of Filipina women, who swarm into the city's business district to chatter, laugh, gossip, dance and rejoice. But this is in utter contrast with the other days of the week, in which the view is a lot grimmer: spiky and permanently stressed Chinese businessmen shouldering their way through the crowd. On these days of the week, the Filipina women work as amahs (Cantonese for "domestic helper"), a job that can easily be translated as slavery, having in mind that they sleep on bathroom floors and in kitchen cupboards, while obeying all of their Chinese masters requirements. Halfway around the globe, an immigrant family from Albania living in Belgium turns on its computer screen and has breakfast with their grandmother back home, via a webcam, just like in every other morning. Somewhat differently, a French entrepreneur, owner of a large mobile-phone producing company, is reflecting on a puzzling fact from the Far East and on how will it influence its business: in some parts of China it is customary to take your mobile-phone to a local Buddhist monk for a blessing.

Although all of the above cases constitute by their very nature anthropological themes, they primarily illustrate something of much more meaning: as the world witnesses more and more diasporas, as transnationalism reigns and rotten theories about globalisation seem to be taken for granted albeit the appalling consequences, anthropology is slowly moving into the spotlight, due to an ubiquitous compelling need for it. In today's syncopated modernity, creativity and 'infinite innovation' are paramount, with right-brainers leading and reshaping everything around them. It is without doubt that the mere intention of being successful in this increasingly fast-paced world, where space and time seem to shrink, has us all stampeding for an intangibile success-acquiring secret. With all this rush, people seem to forget this 'secret' lies in the person next to them, it's in the human nature itself. The human brain is emotionally wired, the limbic system will always overpower the neocortex, feelings will always throne over logic and reason. Thus, our underlying characteristic is not reason, it's being human. 

The technological advances that have been made are astounding and as a result people interact more than they have ever done, comparatively speaking. This, cumulated with the above-mentioned conditions of the modern day leads to only one natural conclusion: the key is in subtleties, in understanding others, in knowing what drives human beings, in answering major questions about the origins, reasons and potential of society, cultural innovation and human nature. Can anthropology provide these vital answers? Most surely. The trick is - yet again - in creatively reinventing bits of it, for general appliance. We'll all stay tuned, won't we?

I was speaking with a gal yesterday about 'Essence' as it relates to the answer to this question. Essence to me is the 'reason' behind the people, places, things and circumstances we want to show up in our lives.

Its not about the thing...like a car or a home or even a relationship...its about the  'essence feeling' that shows up 'as a result of our intention showing up in our lives.

Its sort of like peeling the onion skins to reveal a 'not this-not that' scenario. "I thought I'd love this manifestation because...but it feels different now that I have it...and yet, it still feel good"... (hopefully)...but WHY?

I suggest that if at the last peel of the onion...the last 'not this-not that'...if Love isn't the answer, then there is no point in intending it.

How do you feel about that?

"Cosmos Intro" youtube Video posted by Gravitationalist.

I remember racing to the television set to Watch Carl Sagan's educational tv show Cosmos, when i was a boy. I wondered, if I  too, would one day... explore the the universe on a milk weed seed.
We are "Star stuff" as Sagan would say? We may be. That maybe the most visible element of our being.
However, we are also the wonder and curiosity of our known universe. We have the ability to share it with future generations. The Post modernist may  say we reinvent the languages to express our curiosities ... The Spiritualist may say it is given by presents greater than the universe its self.
None the less
I would never sacrifice the sense of wonder and curiosity, its the kernel of our being.

joy came to my life i am this joy all is here my heart my body my mind my joy i say i open my mind i let go i live i write i make new art

and death

whenever he performs

above the heads

of his audience

the poet like an acrobat

climbs on rhyme

to a high wire of his own making

and balancing on eyebeams

above a sea of faces

paces his way

to the other side of day

performing entrechats

and sleight-of-foot tricks

and other high theatrics

and all without mistaking

any thing

for what it may not be

For he's the super realist

who must perforce perceive

taut truth

before the taking of each stance or step

in his supposed advance

towards that still higher perch

where Beauty stands and waits

with gravity

to start her death-defying leap

And he

a little charleychaplin man

who may or may not catch

her fair eternal form

spreadeagled in the empty air

of existence

Exam time tomorrow!  I can't believe it's finally here.  It feels like I registered yesterday, and plotted out my deadlines and timetable for hours on end - instead of actually getting stuck into my books straight away.  It was overwhelming to have so many books and assignments to get through and make sense of.  I am feeling all warm and gooey inside.  Eight down, twenty two more to go!

The above poem is by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, an american poet born in 1919.  Us kids in the Uni-sa forum have a sneaky suspicision that this one will be in tomorrow's exam (because of what the lecturer implied).  I hope so.  It's the only one I can write a 50 mark essay on, in one hour.  I think I'm fully prepared for Disgrace for the other 50 marks and other hour.  I've gone through that book countless times, and read and read and read (chapter 6, hint hint).  I hope I can give a suitable answer tomorrow.

It's amazing how much information you can hunt down on the net on American poems and literature... but SA counterparts: few and far between.  I heart you Americans for sharing your experiences, like this and this and this.  Not that I'm a cheater, but when you're distance learning, it's nice to have something to bounce off just to check if you're thinking in a similar direction, especially for exams.

He explained that he was changing his emphasis from product to process.

Since then product versus process has came up often. It's a life thing if you think about it.

One of the really interesting things about it is the difference in the outcome depending upon where the emphasis is placed.

If you live your life putting the emphasis on the process then invariably I believe you get a good final product.

We can't say the same about a life where the emphasis was put on product.

Been had death on my mind
For some time now
So I thought I’d bring it before me
And take a stroll through our
Somber cemetery of silent soldiers
Our national place for rest

And today was a perfect day for it
A perfect day for thinking death
For somewhere on that loop of 695
I see firefighters standing
On top of their trucks
Up above on the overpass
Them and beckoning flags in silhouette
Never seen that before
And then troopers blocking onramps
And then an amazing amazing amazing
Massive swarm of brilliant flashing lights
From every emergency vehicle imagined
Coming toward me like
A global emergency response
For the death of the end of the world
Then militaristic motorcycles zipping by
Zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip zip
One right after another zip zip zip zip zip
I never even noticed the hearse
But surely it too passed me by

Yesterday my daughter tells me
Her friend died from an overdose
The news numbs me and I tell her
That he's always stayed tucked away
In my psyche for some reason...almost
As if I was expecting to hear that his art
Has exploded on the scene
And that he made it through
But this is a mad strange world
And he was able to give it
A mere 7947072000 seconds
Which is both nothing and everything
In the eternal expanse of time

The national cemetery never ceases
To hush and humble me
The beauty in death
Yet as I occasionally read
The eclectic names
Stamped on tombstones
Wigglesworth
Curts
Baldwin
Musmanno
Sanchez
Eichelberger
Motherswell
Dimitriou
Fabellon
I can’t help thinking that
At least some of them
Too must have led
Lives addicted
Lives pained and troubled
Incomplete
Yet because of the ways of the world
And the ways of war
They were able to survive long enough
To die in a way that glorifies their death
And provides such a beautiful place to rest

Been had death on my mind
For some time now

Es decir, hace que muchas cosas que se tenían guardadas broten de una manera un tanto inimaginable e inclusive sustancial y por ende hasta artístico sale la cosa.

…

Descubrí -(vaya como suplico que mi capacidad de asombro o de descubrimiento jamás se pierda "plegaría plegaría")- que las palabras son peores que los cuchillos en cierta circunstancias o mejor dicho que en dado caso de dejar solidificar algún sentimiento no es bueno sacarlo sin antes desempolvarlo e inclusive dejarlo en reposo por un tiempo, o descongelarlo en baño maría para que así al observarlo no sea tan doloroso, o cuando menos se amortigüe; pero más que sentimientos son cosas que vuelan por la mía mente y que no he comprendido el porqué están revoloteando de una manera tan excesiva que no lo distingo a simple vista. . .

 Un despropósito quizás necesito, o entre las miles de marañas sólo tengo que limpiar con el lindo plumero de mi recuerdo. . .

I need . . .  Need something???

Secrets, too many in my head, too many in my skin . . .

Y pregunta, la pregunta de los 64 mil (platillos (8)):

¿¿¿Eureka???        

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This obra by Luna de Diapositivas is licensed under a Creative Commons Atribución-No comercial-No Derivadas 2.5 México License.
Based on a work at lunadediapositivas.wordpress.com.

 RARE BIGGIE FREESTYLE

"If I accept that I am prisoner within a body, in a world in which all things that seem to live appear to die, then is my Father prisoner with me. And this do I believe, when I maintain the laws the world obeys must I obey; the frailties and the sins which I perceive are real, and cannot be escaped. If I am bound in any way, I do not know my Father or my Self. And I am lost to all reality. For truth is free, and what is bound is not a part of truth."

“Father, I ask for nothing but the truth. I have had many foolish thoughts about myself and my creation, and have brought a dream of fear into my mind. Today I would not dream. I choose the way to You instead of madness and instead of fear. For truth is safe and only love is sure.” ACIM Lesson 278

Most people recognize this phenomena and some call it a 'time warp'...that is, time has supposedly sped up.

Here's another way to look at it...it may sound a little quantum physicsy...

Let's say the frequency of the 3rd and 4th dimensions we live in - 4th, being time...are interfacing with the 5th dimension...science says there are 11 dimensions???

You've probably noticed in dreams that are clear if you think about something it shows up right away...its sort of like that.

What's the point? In one of my early books: "Living Abundantly Through Inner Guidance" I mentioned its fortunate (no luck in reality) that we 'don't' focus most of our intentions because we'd be in big trouble with stuff that shows up...negative thinking being the popular trend.

Now, however there is very little gap between thoughts and manifestation.

We might want to really consider being super careful (not fearful) about what we allow to pass through our minds from now on...because its not that it 'might' show up...it WILL show up.

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