Daniel Libeskind
Another relevant aspect of most of these cultures is that there are very few models of adult aggression, including the physical punishment of children. There is virtually no hitting, fighting, killing, warring or verbal "put downs." Even psychotic behavior is virtually nonexistent. Cooperation is rewarded; aggressive conduct is discouraged...
Among the !Kung Bushmen... when the child's aggression is toward a younger child, the aggressor is scolded harshly; if toward a peer, the children are distracted or separated if necessary; if toward an adult, the behavior is usually ignored."
The Camel's Nose Is in the Tent: Rules, Theories, and Slippery Slopes
We actively promote alternatives to the wage slavery mindset and what we call "The Cult of the Job" which automatically equates having a job with making a living..."
The ugly are slaughtered
the world grows beautiful
The foolish are slaughtered
the world grows wise
The sick are slaughtered
the world grows healthy
The sad are slaughtered
the world grows merry
The old are slaughtered
the world grows young
The enemies are slaughtered
the world grows friendly
The wicked are slaughtered
the world grows good
The Measures Taken - Erich Fried
contretemps - An unexpected and usually undesirable event.
verbigeration: an obsessive repetition of meaningless words and phrases, especially as a symptom of mental illness.
Second Voice:--Well, I don't mind.
First Voice:--I move the Will.
Second Voice:--You're playing it blind.
First Voice:--Then here's the Soul.
Second Voice:--Checked by the Will.
First Voice:--Eternal Good!
Second Voice:--And Eternal Ill.
First Voice:--I haste for the King row.
Second Voice:--Save your breath.
First Voice:--I was moving Life.
Second Voice:--You're checked by Death.
First Voice:--Very good, here's Moses.
Second Voice:--And here's the Jew.
First Voice:--My next move is Jesus.
Second Voice:--St. Paul for you!
First Voice:--Yes, but St. Peter--
Second Voice:--You might have foreseen--
First Voice:--You're in the King row--
Second Voice:--With Constantine!
First Voice:--I'll go back to Athens.
Second Voice:--Well, here's the Persian.
First Voice:--All right, the Bible.
Second Voice:--Pray now, what version?
First Voice:--I take up Buddha.
Second Voice:--It never will work.
First Voice:--From the corner Mahomet.
Second Voice:--I move the Turk.
First Voice:--The game is tangled; where are we now?
Second Voice:--You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
First Voice:--I'm tired. I'll send for my Son to play.
I think he can beat you finally--
Second Voice:--Eh?
First Voice:--I must preside at the stars' convention.
Second Voice:--Very well, my lord, but I beg to mention
I'll give this game my direct attention.
First Voice:--A game indeed! But Truth is my quest.
Second Voice:--Beaten, you walk away with a jest.
I strike the table, I scatter the checkers.
[A rattle of a falling table and checkers flying over a floor.]
Aha! You armies and iron deckers,
Races and states in a cataclysm--
Now for a day of atheism!
[The screen vanishes and Beelzebub steps forward carrying a trumpet, which he blows faintly. Immediately Loki and Yogarindra start up from the shadows of night.]
Beelzebub:--Good evening, Loki!
Loki:--The same to you!
Beelzebub:--And Yogarindra!
Yogarindra:--My greetings, too.
Loki:--Whence came you, comrade?
Beelzebub:--From yonder screen.
Yogarindra:--And what were you doing?
Beelzebub:--Stirring His spleen.
Loki:--How did you do it?
Beelzebub:--I made it rough
In a game of checkers.
Loki:--Good enough!
Yogarindra:--I thought I heard the sounds of a battle.
Beelzebub:--No doubt! I made the checkers rattle,
Turning the table over and strewing
The bits of wood like an army pursuing.
Yogarindra:--I have a game! Let us make a man.
Loki:--My net is waiting him, if you can.
Yogarindra:--And here's my mirror to fool him with--
Beelzebub:--Mystery, falsehood, creed and myth.
Loki:--But no one can mold him, friend, but you.
Beelzebub:--Then to the sport without more ado..."
--Edgar Lee Masters "Epilogue" (excerpt)
"Actually, the algae isn't tiring me. I'm tired of the people trying to sell it to me. Most blue-green algae is sold in a multi-level marketing scheme through Cell Tech. Sellers see me, a physician, as a potentially lucrative franchise to sell algae for them. So I get two or three sales calls every week (once as many as twenty). Never mind that selling algae to make myself money is a conflict-of-interest and an unethical ploy already encouraged by pharmaceutical companies ("The only solution I see for your diagnosis, Mr. Smith, is blue-green algae, which I happen to have right here..."). I've tried the algae and it doesn't do much for me. The cost/benefit ratio is poor. Nevertheless, in the past three years I've received over 400 phone calls, dozens of tapes in the mail, and had people barge into my office and home, all selling algae...
Blue green algae is a lot like the Kombucha tea - of dubious benefit and full of potential danger. But while most Kombucha is distributed free as an act of caring and love, Cell Tech made $50 million off its algae last year, and 54¢ of every dollar's worth of algae goes to sellers as a commission. I realize this article may anger some people distributing blue-green algae. I'm sorry. But I hope they'll stop asking me to buy and sell the stuff..."
Do NOT eat potatoes which are green under the skin or bitter tasting. Even if you avoid the green parts, they can still be poisonous.
    jejune: vapid, uninteresting, childish, immature
"herman and Susanne are sitting together in the forest near Eschenau in the autumn, between them is a large board with a sheet of paper attached to it. As the leaves fall from the trees they glue them on to the paper, exactly where they have landed."
At this writing, the reputation of the Ludlow Library (although it has been largely inactive for the last decade) has grown to almost mythic status among those working and collecting in the psychoactive drug field. No comparable resource exists for scholarly research. This is largely due to the vision of the library’s founders and directors, who were educated members of the antiquarian book trade while at the same time participants in the 1960s counterculture. As the first to acknowledge and uncover the existence of a vast literature of drug experience, they ultimately served to reverse the neglect in which drug literature was previously held."
About a subjugated plain,
Among it's desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.
-- W. H. Auden, "August 1968"
The bird comes to his window, takes a muslin band from his turban, and changes it into a magnificent carriage in which the sultan can sit.
He goes to the window, is already standing with one foot in the carriage, when the bird says, 'Get in, but repeat these words loudly and clearly: In the name of the great Kokopilesobeh, the one god, I wish to travel from here to Herak.'
'What are you saying?' shouted Ali-Ben-Giad in horror. 'There is only one God and Mohammed is his prophet.' Instantly, the carriage vanished, and he dropped dead." --Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling
'Will you,' said Mercury, 'have youth, or beauty, or power, or a long life, or the prettiest girl, or any other of the many splendours we have in our chest of knickknacks? So choose, but just one thing.'
For a moment I was at a loss. Then I addressed myself to the gods as follows: 'Esteemed contemporaries, I choose one thing: always to have the laughter on my side.'
Not a single word did one god offer in answer; on the contrary they all began to laugh. From this I concluded that my prayer was fulfilled and that the gods knew how to express themselves with taste, for it would hardly have been fitting gravely to answer, 'It has been granted you.'" --Søren Kierkegaard Either/Or
But about an hour later, this little short guy named Special Agent Pieron came to my office and started grilling me about where the pictures came from. It took him about half an hour before I gave it up...
That was one of the most nervous periods of my life. I was constantly scared. I started getting paranoid. I kept my gun with me at all times. I took it to sleep with me... I would lie there in bed with both arms behind my head and my left hand inside the pillowcase, gripping my nine-millimeter with the safety off. I would just listen..."
"What's happened is that both political parties are pretty far to the right of the general population on a host of serious issues... If you take a look at popular attitudes on international affairs, on international crisis, on who should take the lead on the so-called "War on Terror", on domestic issues like healthcare, on and on, [the public's attitudes are] just radically different.
One of the most striking examples was the major study of public opinion right after the Federal budget was announced in February of 2005, the Federal budget of the Bush administration. There was a major study by the Program on International Policy Attitudes, the most respected polling institution. Public attitudes were almost exactly the opposite of the budget.
Where the budget was going up the public wanted it to go down, by large majorities: military spending, supplementals for Iraq and Afghanistan, and so on. Where spending was going down the public wanted it to go up, also by very large majorities: health, education, welfare, renewable energy, support for the United Nations...
[But] the results [of this poll] were apparently not reported. A friend of mine who does database searches checked carefully and couldn't find a single report in any American newspaper of very dramatic information: information that says the public is completely opposed, radically opposed, to the Federal budget, meaning public policy. And the same has been true on occasion after occasion. Now that's a serious problem within the United States."
To disgust or nauseate with excess of something originally pleasing
As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all...a view from the inside if you will... All of you breeders/sellers... should be made to work in the 'back' of an animal shelter for just one day.
Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even know... that puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little puppy anymore. So how would you feel if you knew that there's about a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at? Purebred or not!
About 50% of all of the dogs that are "owner surrenders" or "strays", that come into my shelter are purebred dogs. The most common excuses I hear are; “We are moving and we can’t take our dog (or cat).” Really? Where are you moving too that doesn’t allow pets? Or they say “The dog got bigger than we thought it would”. How big did you think a German Shepherd would get? “We don’t have time for her…”. Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs! “She’s tearing up our yard…”. How about making her a part of your family? They always tell me “We just don’t want to have to stress about finding a place for her…we know she’ll get adopted, she’s a good dog”.
Odds are your pet won’t get adopted & how stressful do you think being in a shelter is? Well, let me tell you…your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off…sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn’t full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy…if it sniffles, it dies. Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it.
If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don’t, your pet won’t get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose. If your dog is big, black or any of the “Bully” breeds (pit bull, rottie, mastiff, etc…) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don’t get adopted.
If your dog doesn’t get adopted within its 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will be destroyed. If the shelter isn’t full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed…it may get a stay of execution…not for long though. Most get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed for showing aggression…even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles…chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed because shelters just don’t have the funds to pay for even a $100 treatment.
Here’s a little euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being “put-down”. First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash…they always look like they think they are going for a walk…happy, wagging their tails. Until they get to “The Room”, every one of them freaks out and puts on the breaks when we get to the door…it must smell like death or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there, it’s strange, but it happens with every one of them.
Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by 1 or 2 vet techs depending on the size and how freaked out they are. Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process…they will find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the “pink stuff”. Hopefully your pet doesn’t panic from being restrained and jerk…I’ve seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with the resulting blood and deafened by the yelps and screams.
They all don’t just “go to sleep”, sometimes spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves. When it all ends, your pets corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back with all of the other animals that were killed…waiting to be picked up like garbage. What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Rendered into pet food? You’ll never know and it probably won’t even cross your mind…it was just an animal and you can always buy another one right?
I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can’t get the pictures out of your head…I do everyday on the way home from work. I hate my job, I hate that it exists & I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter.
Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are homes.
My point to all of this.. DON'T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE!"
The ruling that stopped the Florida recount and handed the presidency to George W. Bush is disappearing down the legal world's version of the memory hole, the slot where, in George Orwell's "1984," government workers disposed of politically inconvenient records."
From Has Bush v. Gore Become the Case That Must Not Be Named?
(Thanks to Jesse)
"These arrests for 'taking pictures' usually come in the course of police officers doing their job, arresting someone else, and they don't want to be photographed arresting someone, so they charge the photographer with obstructing justice, or disorderly conduct, or they throw them to the ground and then charge them with resisting arrest. A Reuters photographer who was photographing police was charged with 'obstructing traffic.' It's getting ridiculous."
Decades later the two met again, and the would-be violinist, now a prosperous businessman, recalled their previous meeting. "You cahnged my entire life," he explained. "It was a bitter disappointment, giving up music, but I forced myself to accept your judgement. Thus, instead of becoming a fourth-rate musician, I've had a good life in the world of commerce. But tell me, how could you tell so readily that I lacked the fire?"
"Oh, I hardly listened when you played," the old master said. "That's what I tell everyone who plays for me -- that they lack the fire."
"But that's unforgivable!" the businessman cried. "How could you do that? You altered the entire course of my life. Perhaps I could have been another Kreisler, another Heifetz--"
The old man shook his head again. "You don't understand," he said. "If you had had the fire, you would have paid no attention to me." --Lawrence Block
That, at least, is the contention of numerous scholars and authors whose resurrection of Durkheim's ideas has been gaining traction within the field of terrorism studies...
"Durkheim's genius lay in identifying suicide as a social or political act, rather than as something genetically determined or some psychological impairment," Weinberg says in a telephone interview. "I realized the same thing worked with Palestinian `martyrs.'"
"The truth is, it wasn't all I thought it was cracked up to be. I mean, I thought killing somebody would be this life-changing experience. And then I did it, and I was like, 'All right, whatever.'"
"I shot a guy who wouldn't stop when we were out at a traffic checkpoint and it was like nothing"
"Over here, killing people is like squashing an ant. I mean, you kill somebody and it's like 'All right, let's go get some pizza.'"
The next time I saw him, in a front-page newspaper photograph five months later, he was standing outside a federal courthouse in North Carolina, where he had pled not guilty to charges of premeditated rape and murder. The brutal killing of a 14-year-old Iraqi girl and her family in Mahmudiyah that he was accused of had taken place just three weeks after we talked...
The Photographer's Right is a downloadable guide that is loosely based on the Bust Card and the Know Your Rights pamphlet that used to available on the ACLU website. It may be downloaded and printed out using Adobe Acrobat Reader. You may make copies and carry them your wallet, pocket, or camera bag to give you quick access to your rights and obligations concerning confrontations over photography."
Also see Travel Photography and the Law
I went to the lecturer who had organized the prize and said, "You said my story wasn't really good enough, but it was interesting. Now what was wrong with it?" She said, "Well, it's the form. It's the wrong form." So I said, "Ah. Can you tell me about this?" She said, "Yes, but not now. I'm going to play tennis; we'll talk about it. Remind me later, and I'll tell you." This went on for a whole term. Every day when I saw her, I'd say, "Can we talk about form?" She'd say, "No, not now. We'll talk about it later." Then at the very end she saw me and said, "You know, I looked at your story again, and actually there's nothing wrong with it." So that was it! That was all I learned from the English department about writing short stories. You really have to go out on your own and do it." --Chinua Achebe