Stubborn Love by me

Yes We Can - Barack Obama Music Video

Remember when we were trying to choose between the lesser of two evils?

Try this at home

• Raw Spinach-one bunch
• feta-200gm
• tomatoes-3 or 4
• pumpkin- 1 kg(or potatoes if you live in the US)
  
• garlic-2 or 3 cloves
• Fresh basil

Method:

Rinse the spinach, tear the spinach in half, put that spinach in a big salad bowl.
Take that feta, cut it up, crumble it into big ol' chunks.
Put those tomatoes on a cutting board, cut them in half and put them face up on a baking tray. Sliver up that garlic and put those slivers alllll over the tomato halves.
Douse it all in olive oil, put it in the oven for 10 minutes at 150 celsius, till it's kinda baked but not too mushy.
Cut up the pumpkin, bite sized, douse it in oil, put it in the oven, bake bake bake for 30 minutes or until golden and soft, like a good pumpkin should be.
Tear up some basil. Throw everything into that salad bowl so it joins the spinach, mix it all around.

Everyone loves you, it only cost 10 bucks. the end.

A man walks up to a bar. At the bar is a cute brunette drinking a cocktail, her friends stand nearby chatting. The man smiles warmly at her "Hey, you come here often? Hah, just kidding, old line. My name's _____, what's yours?" She seems to ponder him for a minute, then says "I know you." He continues to smile but looks somewhat confused. The girls friends are now listening, as is the bartender. Now the girl smiles, not with malice but not with any warmth either. She leans in very slightly to him and says something in a low voice so that only the man can here. His mouth drops slightly, he looks somewhat shocked, demeaned, found out. She turns back to the bar as he leaves, coughing as if to cover an embarassing noise. The bartender waits for the rest of the customers to go back to their conversations, then quietly asks if she knew that man, what had she said. The girl shrugged matter-of-factly " I just said he was the kind of guy who really liked his balls crushed by a stiletto heel. I only wear flats."

Spanish knobskin sues victims family for damages to his car

From OverQualified

This is one of my favorite essays from Over Qualified:

Once, a girl and I were in bed together, masturbating. She was on her back, naked, touching herself, and I was above her, mostly naked, doing the same. I was eighteen or nineteen years old, and all I could think about was coming on her breasts. You know, like on the Internet. I think, probably, I was saying something to that effect. I wasn't mentioning the Internet, of course, but I was saying I'm going to come on you, I'm going to come on you. I'm classy like that. I don't remember how she felt about the whole coming-on-her idea, actually, but I can tell you that I was very excited about it. I was almost lying on top of her. I was leaned forward so far. So when I felt my orgasm coming, I looked down between us to watch for, "the come shot."

And then I came in my own eye. It came right at me, like a 3D movie gone terribly wrong, and it stung. I started clawing at my face. She laughed and laughed while I tried frantically to wipe my eye clean. She was curled up naked on the bed, laughing so hard there were tears. I started laughing too. I couldn't help it. We both laughed until it hurt, until the muscles in our cheeks were sore from smiling, and then we looked up at her ceiling, on our backs, exhausted. For the rest of that afternoon, every once in a while one of us would start laughing again and then so would the other. It is one of my favourite memories.
-Joey Comeu

A bucket list

I haven't watched the movie "The Bucket List", probably because I'm not a middle aged man. But I have written a bucket list before, and accomplished most of the things on it. It's a sort of birthday tradition to do at least one thing on that list, or to at least do something memorable that I haven't done before. Scheduling a sky dive, bungee jump, seeing a kiwi bird takes the pressure off what to do on a birthday and still makes it a celebration. Writing the list usually happens around the new year, to take the pressure off whether or not to make resolutions. It's a chance to face a myriad of the ridiculous fears left over from child hood or the angst of the teens. This years list has been a little more difficult to compile, not because there aren't enough things for me to do, but because the more easy to accomplish have been done. The new list is shorter but will take more work than laying down for a tattoo. Here is most of it:

• Go back to school, stay there until a degree is given. Be smarter.
  
• Purchase or otherwise attain a keyboard, practice every day for a year from the day.
  
• Continue trapeze and acrobat work, get good, get strong, get discipline.
• See more of the world. I have a month-long trip around Asia planned from the end of Feb.
• Take more chances, say yes to your destiny.
• Don't be dirt poor. Get a better job or ask for a raise if you need/deserve it.
  
• Be as honest as possible, especially in close relationships ie: friends, family, romantic. This just means be as honest about feelings, wishes, hide less, cut through unnecessary man made shit.
• Fire a real gun (in a safe place at a target)
  

Accomplishing these things is going to be good.They will happen.

Sensitive

As we entered the carnival I saw to my left a huge moonwalk covered with kids running up the airfilled steps and sliding down the sides. The moonwalk was shaped like a sinking boat. "Is that supposed to be the Titanic?" I asked, turning to the elderly man standing next to me. He nodded, then cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "Too soon!" and turned away in a angrily.

Nelson to Wellington

I printed my boarding pass online which meant that I did not go to the counter and so forgot to check my bag. It wasn't until I was on the runway actually looking at the door when I realized "this bag isn't going to fit in there! Why am I carrying it?" luckily as this came over me I turned to see the baggage handler watching me with a smile. I laughed and rolled my eyes to the sky as if to say "how foolish! I have forgotten to check my bag!" He laughed in response and took the bag from me, for which I was glad.

Who would you rather be?:

• Tim
• Dawn
• David
• Gareth
  

The Fortune

This one says “people count up the faults of those who keep them waiting”

“What does that one mean?” I asked. “If you show people one fault, and let it linger then they’ll start noticing your other faults.” He answered.

Hmmmm, ok. “What about this one: ‘Honesty is the best policy, but while there is truth in humour there is no humour in truth.” I frowned “that isn’t true…” He agreed “Yeah, what about that saying ‘fact is stranger than fiction.’”

Some of them weren’t fortunes in the slightest. She read aloud “One should feel freedom of the mind.” Someone pushed a filled wineglass to her, which she cheerfully accepted.

I held up the one I’d gotten last night “A fall in a ditch will make you wiser.”

Well. Surely they could have used a better metaphor. Something like, if you play with fire you’re likely to get burned. “A game of sticks can end with one eye out.” I suggested.

Someone down the far end held up theirs “Mine isn’t so true, I’m too far at the end of the table.” “What’s it say?” his neighbour turned quickly to look, knocking over a wine glass which splashed all over the fortune holders front. There was a moment of silence as happens in unexpected accidents. Then they laughed with a surprising ferocity, unable to speak they handed the fortune to the clumsy neighbour who read aloud “You are the centre of every groups attention.”

The Meaning

“Now, I just have to see this tattoo of yours, what does it say?” he paused to take it in and then, aloud read “Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all” and smiled thoughtfully. I hadn’t come up with a good sound bite for why I had it and what it meant but for the most part it hadn’t mattered. Most people didn’t attempt a meaning. “So…is that like that feeling you get every now and then, when you can’t believe that you’re a being alive on this little spinning rock in a massive universe and you’re heart feels so big yet you realize that you’re so small and it’s all so amazing and overwhelming?” he asked.

I blinked, totally bewildered at his description. “Yes. Yes it is. I…can’t believe how accurate you just were.” He grinned “Life really puts the blinders on, doesn’t it? Thank god for that feeling”

The reason that there are vegetarian foods shaped like meat foods is that we live in a meat eating society. If you are invited to a barbecue and are vegetarian, what will you eat? What can you bring to the table that will fit on those hamburger buns, those hot dog buns, what will go with that mustard or ketchup?
If you are vegetarian and American and you find yourself on Thanksgiving AKA Turkey Day, what is going to be your central dish? Are you satisfied with a bevy of side dish types?
You like chicken but you don't like the politics of meat. You love bacon. You like hot dogs. But you aren't one for creative cooking, you don't know where to begin. What are you going to eat? The Ficken, the facon, the Tofurky...those are just replacements. And they don't taste like meat, anyway.

One mans trash...

"Alright give us your arm" he instructed. I put my arm into a strong man pose obligingly and watched as he placed the sticky stencil carefully on the inside of my bicep. "Is this lyrics from Tool or somethin'? he asked. Oh God, Tool? "No, it's from a band called Neutral Milk Hotel." I said, paused for a moment but he showed no recognition so I continued, settling onto my back "They're very good." He smiled, then leaned over to begin work. I noticed a flaming Chinese symbol tattooed on the center of his head. He nodded his head over to a man with huge arm muscles and comically tiny head "When I was getting it formatted a ol' Barry wondered why anyone would want to get this on 'em". I took another look at Barry "Is that the guy with the Superman symbol tattooed on his chest?" I asked. "Yeah, that's him." I relaxed back again, contemplating his words. I sighed, "Well, everyone has their own interpretation of life, I guess."
He nodded again. The needle buzzed away on my arm. No going back now, anyway/

I understand that you are not just the person that I knew when I met you. You are the layers of experiences over a lifetime. Who you are is a growing concept that should not be boxed in to one experience. I'll not box you in, I'll just let you be you instead.

Hopes and dreams

Rivers and streams

Boats slowly sailing

Come in between the real world and me

Got to forget to remember to play it naturally

Come out of your shell, what’s that you’re protecting underneath

Consider please, a little less dignity

If playing it safe means keeping it boring

Hopes and dreams

Rivers and streams

Boats, are always sailing through coming

In between the real world and me

I never was as good at jumping right in

Making all new strangers into ten new friends

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want ‘em

again and again

It’s like “I notice you don’t have too many friends”

I’m just deep that’s all, just deep into myself,

Reading all the books on the library shelf (so deep)

Working on the newest project that nobody can see but me

Hopes and dreams

Still, deep rivers and streams

Boats sailing, just passing through

Coming in between the real world and me (and I let ‘em)

The sons gotta shine
yeah he's gonna need time
to figure out a few rhymes
and...work is just a distraction
a forced life time of bizarre interactions
with people you'd never think to call friends but
in the end it builds character.

The Burn

Today at work I had to cut onions. They stung my eyes and made me cry in front of everyone. I looked like a terrible fool. I hate onions!

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
that is circling all round the sun
and when we meet on a cloud
I’ll be laughing out loud
I’ll be laughing with everybody I see
can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all