Protesting Israel's attack on Lebanon

Nerdy Stuff

I haven't been on here much. I have a high speed connection but every time I log on to Myspace everything goes reallyyyyy sloooow. I suspect this Myspace has become a trashy spam website which is in no way user friendly. A lion just growled at me when I logged in and it scared the sh*t out of me! Why put an add up that growls at people?

I managed to set up a web management program on my computer and a mini server thing, yippee! I did this all on my own and feel so smart right now, haha. It took me a few hrs. and when I was about to give up it all started making sense to me. What is so appealing with this program is that I will eventually figure out how to do my own blog where people can post comments. Tomorrow I'm going to find a good hosting company and start figuring out how I can transfer this onto an online server. Eventually I will combine this with the CSS programing I've been studying this month.

Yes, I am having a lot of fun these days ;-)

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I was 5 years old and walked into my bedroom, there was sun shining through the window and I felt the atmosphere of the sunny bedroom. In the middle of the floor there was this bright red, shiny new bicycle. I felt such joy and jumped up and down. Both of my parents were standing by my side and smiled with such joy.

When I woke up I realized that this dream was a memory from my childhood. I recalled the day when I got the bicycle and the freedom I felt when the training wheels were taken off. I taught myself to ride the bicycle, I didn't have patience to wait for someone to teach me.

I was making some coffee and eating breakfast when I realized the symbolism of this dream and it really shook me up. I have made the mistake in the past of only seeing the bad memories from my childhood and sometimes I have dwelled on them for years; kind of like mentally masturbating on self-pity. Also the fact that I had totally forgotten this memory and probably many more like this one. I think we humans are such masochistic creatures at heart sometimes, we nourish our souls with the poor me syndrome and let life pass us by. It's so much easier to do nothing and blame our lack of accomplishment on the cruel world we live in. "They're all so mean, poor poor me!"

Anyway, I'm pulling myself together slowly from the shock of loosing my job and I think these dreams I've been having are a certain kind of cleansing in my mind.The rest of the day I felt so happy and I really did notice alot more positive around me and gave my son a big hug when I came home from work. Yes we are so rich sometimes and need to be reminded when we let the negative overpower our thoughts and actions.

Protesting the Occupation of Palestine

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I was singing beautiful music that I have never heard before. A cross between latin guitar, Leonard Cohen and industrial. I was so happy and the music was coming from my heart. I felt such happiness, like I was drunk on happy. There were people playing musical isntruments but it was controlled by my mind.

I thought I had woken up and felt like I was leaving my body and ended up bouncing on this floor. I could fly and land smoothly on the cold cemented ground. It was so much fun and I laughed alot. I went to a swimming pool but couldn't see clearly but I know the people there felt my presence even though I couldn't be seen. A lady took my hand and it was a small and fragile hand. I could feel so much kindness streaming from her, her love was unconditional.

I was back in my room and a man had his arms around me and I felt so much care and love coming from him. When I took the covers off him he was completely pale white, the retina was white in his eyes, white spikey thick hair, and beautiful facial features. He looked into my eyes with such kindness and put his arms tightly around me and held both of my hands. Everything disappeared except his arms and hands. He held me like this for a long time. I started crying and it felt like such a relief, I had needed to cry in someone's arms for a long time. He turned into a larger man and it felt secure to have my arms around his thick frame.

I am in a mans living room and we are happy in each others company. We laugh alot and feel relaxed around each other. He looks at me like we've known each other for many years. I look out the window and my vision is fading, I know I must leave the dream. I get paranoid and think that maybe I'm bothering him but the thought goes away quickly. I put my hands on his shoulders and he knows I must leave and looks at me with such kindness.

I was completely conscious during this dream, I could hear everything around me and was aware of the fact that I was dreaming.

A New Declaration of Independence

by Emma Goldman

[Published in Mother Earth, Vol. IV, no. 5, July 1909.]

When, in the course of human development, existing institutions prove inadequate to the needs of man, when they serve merely to enslave, rob, and oppress mankind, the people have the eternal right to rebel against, and overthrow, these institutions.

The mere fact that these forces--inimical to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness--are legalized by statute laws, sanctified by divine rights, and enforced by political power, in no way justifies their continued existence.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all human beings, irrespective of race, color, or sex, are born with the equal right to share at the table of life; that to secure this right, there must be established among men economic, social, and political freedom; we hold further that government exists but to maintain special privilege and property rights; that it coerces man into submission and therefore robs him of dignity, self-respect, and life.

The history of the American kings of capital and authority is the history of repeated crimes, injustice, oppression, outrage, and abuse, all aiming at the suppression of individual liberties and the exploitation of the people. A vast country, rich enough to supply all her children with all possible comforts, and insure well-being to all, is in the hands of a few, while the nameless millions are at the mercy of ruthless wealth gatherers, unscrupulous lawmakers, and corrupt politicians. Sturdy sons of America are forced to tramp the country in a fruitless search for bread, and many of her daughters are driven into the street, while thousands of tender children are daily sacrificed on the altar of Mammon. The reign of these kings is holding mankind in slavery, perpetuating poverty and disease, maintaining crime and corruption; it is fettering the spirit of liberty, throttling the voice of justice, and degrading and oppressing humanity. It is engaged in continual war and slaughter, devastating the country and destroying the best and finest qualities of man; it nurtures superstition and ignorance, sows prejudice and strife, and turns the human family into a camp of Ishmaelites.

We, therefore, the liberty-loving men and women, realizing the great injustice and brutality of this state of affairs, earnestly and boldly do hereby declare, That each and every individual is and ought to be free to own himself and to enjoy the full fruit of his labor; that man is absolved from all allegiance to the kings of authority and capital; that he has, by the very fact of his being, free access to the land and all means of production, and entire liberty of disposing of the fruits of his efforts; that each and every individual has the unquestionable and unabridgeable right of free and voluntary association with other equally sovereign individuals for economic, political, social, and all other purposes, and that to achieve this end man must emancipate himself from the sacredness of property, the respect for man-made law, the fear of the Church, the cowardice of public opinion, the stupid arrogance of national, racial, religious, and sex superiority, and from the narrow puritanical conception of human life. And for the support of this Declaration, and with a firm reliance on the harmonious blending of man's social and individual tendencies, the lovers of liberty joyfully consecrate their uncompromising devotion, their energy and intelligence, their solidarity and their lives.

This 'Declaration' was written at the request of a certain newspaper, which subsequently refused to publish it, though the article was already in composition.