| i <3 rugby |
[Thursday
from: May 1st, 2008
at approx. 4:11, pm] |
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| the unabomber's manifesto |
[Tuesday
from: April 29th, 2008
at approx. 10:15, pm] |
Theodore Kaczynski killed 3 people and wounded 23 with his homemade bombs, sent through the mail. In the meantime, writing to the New York Times and other publications, that if they would publish his manifesto ver batum, he would quit sending bombs.
he's in jail for life now, with no possibility of parole.
here is his manifesto
http://cyber.eserver.org/unabom.txt
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| i don't practice santeria.... |
[Monday
from: April 28th, 2008
at approx. 3:27, am] |
so. i finally finished my research paper. i know it's finished cause there's nothing else i'm gonna do to it...but i am way nervous. this professor is a hardass. this is the only paper for this class. i have no idea if she is going to like it. i wrote a 12-page paper instead of an 8-page paper...surely i won't be penalized for that? i hardly have a thesis; it's more like a report. i am pushing an extension, turning it in now...but lordy it's done. what's done is done.
read it. learn something.
sorry you can't see figure one.
Sewanerooooo was Saturday. It was pretty fantastic. I played bass in the Sublime tribute band, my last performance of the school year. I was scared shitless, having only played bass for about a month. here's some pix some people took (yay facebook!) you can see my pretty purple hair in a couple of them.
um..so it's almost 4am. i've been in this damn computer lab for 15 hours, minus two hours of meals. i have class in 5 hours. but i'm not gonna be able to get back into my dorm for 4 hours cause i don't have my goddamn id card. fuck me. i guess i'll catch a few z's in my car. damnit.
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| pix march 2008 |
[Tuesday
from: March 18th, 2008
at approx. 12:06, pm] |
clicky click. sewanee and maryland. people and places. rocks, plants, animals. alive and dead.
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[Tuesday
from: February 26th, 2008
at approx. 12:02, pm] |
pipes and glasses gone
the time spends all life long
lives blow up and fall
the sun shines on and on
life has just begone
but soon it will be gone
but when thought comes with hands
the mind lives on and on
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| more than 15, just can't stop! |
[Tuesday
from: February 26th, 2008
at approx. 11:02, am] |
1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie
3. Post them here for everyone to guess
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie
5. No googling/using IMDb search functions. Totally cheating, you dirty cheaters.
1. I can tell you, with no ego, that this is my finest blade. If, on your journey, you should encounter God, God will be cut.
2. Ok, the next band asked me to read this. "Caution: The surgeon general of rock warns that viewing this band is equal to 29 orgasms."
3. Forgive me for not leaping with joy, got a bad back you know!
4. And what happens when you stomp on Emilio, is you kill him. And you discovered that, didn't you?
5. Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?
6. The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister -- the mean one -- pulling my hair.
7. When I was little, my mother told me not to look at the sun. So, once when I was six, I did.
8. I beat the smart kids, I beat the smart kids (trips). I bent my Wookie.
9. Well, what do you know? That's not a crack hole, that's a rat hole. Rats on crack attack!
10. dont attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because youre lonely. lonliness is the human condition. no one is ever going to fill that space. the best you can do is know yourself... know what you want.
11. Where you ever attracted to Bug Bunny when he dressed up as a girl bunny? Me neither I was just wondering.
12. Ass to ass!! Ass to ass!!
13. If the sky were to open up there would be no law, there would be no rule. there would only be you and your memories.
14. Don't just do something, stand there!
15. The one thing I do know is that we did it harder, we did it faster, and we definitely did it with more love, baby. You can't take that away from us.
16. I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses to obtain the un-known. Although i live in the sub-concience, our pale reason hides it from us.
17. Sex is hippie shit.
18. There's a dick on my face isn't there?
19. I'll smoke it with ya bro, we'll go to the looney bin together. I don't give a fuck.
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[Friday
from: February 15th, 2008
at approx. 10:22, am] |
arsonist's prayer
The horror--that we may not live.
We may not live
To see the walls fall from between us
Between us and the world for which these songs cry out.
That the desire--which still lives--to contest, a mark of shame upon certain foreheads.
Will remain an offering unto the dead: illegible, irrelevant.
And we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before our own masters.
To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm love.
So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk.
For only a fool--only a fool--would cling to this world as it is.
If I could strike one blow to spite their force, though I might bear one hundred more, I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crown. And if I had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bullets before I'd sell a single one to wield their power.
So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give.
For o nly, a fool would cling to this world:
Autumn--the leaves fell.
Then the trees
Became Fences and factories
Now winter is coming
Let's put the heat on
...but no fire or ice, their absences suffice.
The nights now will be long and cold, with a silence like you've never known
And you'll shake in it. cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spider's thread
Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into you
And both of you see nothing--and it will wrap you in its spider's thread:
That blessed are the wombs that are barren. Blessed are the branches that bear no fruit. Blessed are the rivers run dry. For we have come to the end of the world
To die
So die--die and become--perish, let go and be done with all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes, fossilized.
If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history to burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once again
Then break--break the skin,
Open--open, and reach in
And draw the nerves out taught to play a song upon those tight strings
Such as this world has never heard
Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acid rain
Summer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossoms crimson pain pleasure or death, splendour or rust, flash flood or drought that turns jungles to crust
Those tender caresses for which the skin aches
Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break
The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom of us all
The triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelict dreamers who lost
Silence and space--hungers to be--momentary eternities
The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath
The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths
As the moon moves the sea we could move these mountains
As comets drop to earth, so might empires end
As old suns explode rather than fall to dust
Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must
For if all this world is God's, and man a mere plaything of laws and things
Then why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowed wing?
Anything other than what we have known
Strike the match, take a breath now--the hour has come
To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing:
This is the end of the calendar, the Last Loosening!
Around and inside you, the violence you fear--for or against it, it's already here
It forged the cord that bound you to the ground--it built these walls
LET'S BURN THEM DOWN
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[Thursday
from: February 14th, 2008
at approx. 7:31, am] |
Please spend two hours of your life watching this:
www.zeitgeistmovie.com
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[Thursday
from: February 7th, 2008
at approx. 2:15, pm] |
To: US Music Producers of America
Petition To End Restriction on MPA Banning of Guitar Tabs and Song Lyrics Online:
The Music Producers of America have decided recently that guitar tabs and song lyrics, which were formerly freely available online, are now illegal. According to Lauren Keiser, president of the Music Producers of America, tabs and lyrics are "completely illegal" and David Israelite, president of the National Music Publishers Association stated that "Unauthorised use of lyrics and tablature deprives the songwriter of the ability to make a living, and is no different than stealing." (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/4508158.stm) While some bands do make their tabs available in books, it is far from common practice, especially in smaller bands. The tabs offered on websites such as MXTabs.net and Ultimate-Guitar.com were composed of a person's interpretation of a song, not copied out of a tab book. While there might have been a few exceptions to that statement, far and away the tabs were created by the users of such sites. And even so, what if you cannot find tabulature for a certain band? What if it isn't even made? This is one step too far by the recording industry. Lyrics, if anything, contribute to song sales. Many times people want to see the lyrics to help remember what song they were listening to, or if they have lost the literature that came in the CD case, or if they use legal services such as iTunes or Napster. Publishing information that is publicly available or the result of one person's interpetation of a recorded work of music is not illegal, and we cannot stand by idly as the music industry slowly removes our rights.
Sincerely,
The Undersigned
go to the page to sign the petition
http://www.petitiononline.com/tabsban/petition.html
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[Tuesday
from: January 29th, 2008
at approx. 10:47, am] |
email me at bakingcakesinsideyoursoul@yahoo.com
living every minute live
<3
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| my french homework |
[Friday
from: January 25th, 2008
at approx. 12:02, pm] |
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Ma conte de fée favori s'appele "Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny." Un jeune garcon croit que le rock est le chose plus
fantastique dans le monde. Mais
son pere pense que le rock soit la musique a le diable. Il crie à Jack et le frappe sur la derrière avec sa centure. Ensuite Dio, un fantome de rock parle à jack, et il inspire le
jeune Jables sortir sa maison. Jack va à la Californie ou il habite pour des ahns. Un jour, il recontre un homme qui joue la
guitare tres bien. Ils forment une bande et essaient
écrire une "masterpiece." Mais ils ne peuvent pas trouver la magie qu'ils ont besoin de.
Mais ils découvrent le pick de la destinée, une
piece à le dent de satan. Les dieux de rock avait utilisé le pick: Jimmy Page, Eddie Van Halen, et Angus Young, et matenant, le pick est dans le Hall de Renommée de Rock. Jables et Kage veulent le pick. Ils pense qu'il les aide pour écrire une "masterpiece."
Jack obtient le pick et ils vont à un club pour jouer
leur chanson mais le diable les trouve. Ils font un combat de rock.
Il est un combat de le bien contre le
mal. l'homme contre satan. rock n roll contre le plus fort etre de mal.
Tenacious D gagnent. Ils prennent une piece de la corne de satan, et le diable retourne à l'enfer ou il
doit rester parce qu'il n'est pas complete.
Les héros oublient le chanson qu'ils ont joue, si ils
jouent un tribut. Ils transforment la piece de la corne en le bong de la destinee et ils utilisent sa magie pour écrire boucoup des chansons fantistiques de rock.
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[Wednesday
from: January 16th, 2008
at approx. 1:11, pm] |
 
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[Tuesday
from: January 15th, 2008
at approx. 12:38, pm] |
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[Thursday
from: November 29th, 2007
at approx. 1:43, pm] |
So the purpose of the geology fieldtrip was to see some "fucked up" rocks, rocks formations made by tectonic forces and such because around here the rocks lie undisturbed in their layers of deposition. We went through the smokey mountains up to north carolina. the destination wasn't north carolina; that's just where our last stop was before turning around and coming home. we made a lot of stops to look at various rock formations. we ate lunch at this really nice park on the ocoee.
and the others are from when grammy and popa took me and jere to grundy lakes over thanksgiving break
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[Thursday
from: November 29th, 2007
at approx. 10:13, am] |
art journal, yay!!!
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[Monday
from: October 29th, 2007
at approx. 7:59, pm] |
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it can't be normal, having this feelin all the time
it sure ain't good
it's hearing that someone i love is dead
it's the slipping away of a friend
it's anger
lonliness
hopelessness
it's the pain of others
it's the pain of my own
i can't escape this feeling
it's always there
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