I observed disconcertedly that there wasn’t shit to do and there wasn’t anything that offered much in terms of fun here. Everyone seemed so repugnant, not even possessing a scrap of interest…a dull sullen look in their eyes…alive but not alive. I hated those predictable fools, who always feigned a phony sense of decorum and politeness. It seemed that most people only perceived things from one perspective, themselves first and everyone else in a defined pecking order. This sameness was what gyrated on my nerves. I remember a time when people were interesting, and not these Stepford wives types with automated pre programmed responses, talking in a mimicked variation like a gay yuppie…because they somehow think that speaking as such somehow made them sound more sexy and sophisticated.

I hate fun

^^^^ I read this controversial post ^_^ and chuckled, thoroughly bemused. The guys a good writer, no doubt. Strangely that it turned out to be a rant regarding the blogger's take on Ad&d & RPG's.

But he does touch on some very real issues. How Americans have lost sight of ourselves, how we pursue wantonly nothing but delights to our senses, personal mindless decadence and instant non lasting gratification. Lets face facts, if gratification were lasting we wouldn't need constant fixes and therefore, wouldn't need what some out there delude themselves into thinking that they do.

Stop the Torch from going through Tibet. The Chinese oppression of Tibet's evil enough as it is without this further humiliation.

On April 9th International Olympic Committee (IOC) President Jacque Rogge said that, despite widespread protests, he has no plans to cut short the Olympic torch relay. The Tibet Autonomous Region’s (TAR) Chairman Qiangba Puncog stated in Beijing: "We will fully prepare for it and the Olympic torch relay in Tibet will be a complete success". In an ominous warning against protests, he threatened: "If someone dares to sabotage the torch relay in Tibet and its scaling of Mount Everest, we will seriously punish him and will not be soft-handed”.

China’s torch relay – titled “journey of harmony” – is still scheduled to go through Tibetan areas including Lhasa, parts of Amdo and Kham. The Chinese government is also determined to take the torch up Mount Everest on the Tibetan side in a callous attempt to legitimise its baseless claims to sovereignty over Tibet.

The torch will go through areas where thousands of Tibetans, who protested peacefully in March, are being imprisoned, many suffering torture. The torch may very well cover ground where the blood of Tibetans has recently been shed.

Parading the torch in front of the repressed people of Tibet would be an abhorrent sight, showing contempt for human rights and the Olympic ideal.

By insisting the Olympic torch be carried through Tibet, China wants to show the world and its own citizens that Tibet is part of China. The torch, which is supposed to be the symbol of peace and harmony among nations, must not go to Tibet where a military lockdown is taking place. Bringing the torch to areas where protests have been crushed is surely going to escalate the situation and provoke further protests. That would lead to more arrests, torture and bloodshed, linking the torch and the IOC with Tibetan deaths.

The IOC’s next executive meeting is taking place in Beijing on April 10th and 11th. It is expected that it will make a decision about the troubled torch route.

I guess that the Rape of Nanking hasn't instilled in China a sense of compassion and overall human niceness.

Scanned this out of National Geo. It's an abandoned house. There's something alluring about such places...it draws you in, all the mystery, the untold story. Baffling that such places exist in the states.



An abandoned schoolhouse in Gayscoyne, N.D.

A torn page out of a textbook flutters in the breeze from a broken window. The lesson reads:

Write the other word for CRY, AFTER, BAD, ALWAYS, GOOD-BY, LOST, and DARK

An abandoned car, left behind and forgotten about.



Mott, N.D.

"Rufus Svihovec, Bohemian. He was an awful heavy drinker, married once, the wife died. He went to the old-folks home in Mott, and he died there" says Gilmer Anderson, a 87 y.o. farmer of the former occupant.

The other day I stood on my balcony, transfixed by the sudden fierceness of the rain. It hypnotized me as I watched it, absorbed in its continuance. I felt something stir within, but I couldn't for the life of me express it in words. Or maybe I'm just not that good a writer.