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Interests: I'm interested in you. I think people and what they believe are infinitely interesting. I'm interested in my girlfriend. She's the second most wonderful thing to ever happen to me. She's taught me how to love people and to receive love. I'm interested in music, Indie, Rock, Clasic Rock, Cabaret, Mongolian Throat Singing, you name it. I'm also interested in: Philosophy, Movies, and Love.
Expertise: Making Chai with the best of them!
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|I originally intended for this to be an open journal to the world. I've sort of accomplished that, this post will be more in the format I first envisioned. Tell me if you like it.|
I got a book today called BURNED. It's by Ellen Hopkins and it's possibly one of the best books I've ever read. I got it second block at the Media Center and have only read in class spare time and I'm already on page 230. I also got the first book in the Georgia Nicholson collection. They're really girly books but Alexandra said they're good, so I'm going to read them.
Lately I've felt so strange. Strange in the head. Am I crazy? Nah, crazy people don't wonder if they're crazy. Do they? Who knows. I'm not violent or anything so I don't think it matters.
Life has just been so lifey lately.
Some would say I'm having a crisis of faith, but 'crisis' kind of has a negative connotation doesn't it? I mean, I don't see it as a crisis. I see it as Enlightenment, Samhadi, Awakening, Sanctification, whatever religious word you want to use. Woody Guthrie is a good singer.
His guitar had a sign on it that said "This Machine Kills Fascists"
Yeah? Well THIS machine kills fascists. Except I'm a Quaker... So THIS machine writes an angry letter to fascists.
You know who I admire?
Thích Quảng ĐứcHe was a Buddhist monk in Vietnam. Buddhists were being persecuted by the government. So you know what he did in protest?
HE SET HIMSELF ON FIRE
Here's an actual picture. They say he didn't move or say a thing.
It's been voted one of the best pictures of century. I forgot by who.
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I mean, really. HOW the hell is Trent
Lott our Senator?
I was just thinking about politics, with
Obama announcing his candidacy and all. And I was looking at who's
running our state.
Let's learn a little bit about Trent
December 5, 2002, Trent Lott attends the birthday of
Strom Thurmon. Thurmond was a presidential candidate of a party
called the Dixiecrats which strongly supported racial
You know what our dear senator says at this
"When Strom Thurmond ran for president, we voted
for him. We’re proud of it. And if the rest of the country had
followed our lead, we wouldn’t have had all these problems over the
It gets better.
against the continuation of the Civil Rights Act (Making
discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national
2. Opposed Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday
3. Member of
Council of Conservative Citizens (Basically a white supremacist
4. The Star Wars character Lott Dod was named after him
|"After long study and experience, I have come to the conclusion that
 all religions are true;  all religions have some error in them;
 all religions are almost as dear to me as my own Hinduism, in as
much as all human beings should be as dear to one as one's own close
relatives. My own veneration for other faiths is the same as that for
my own faith; therefore no thought of conversion is possible."|
I don't care if it's true or not, but if everyone thought this way, there would be a lot less bloodshed.
|What do you think?|
Questions to ponder while answering:
What would have happened if Judas had not betrayed Jesus.
Did Jesus was Judas to betray him?
|I am in a state of utter bliss.|
I can't explain why I am or how it feels like.
Which is how it's supposed to be.
If you could explain bliss, it wouldn't be bliss.
In order to not ruin the bliss by explaining it. I've decided to write an impromptu poem.
Billy sweet Bye
Pardon the crappiness.