Do-over.... PLEASE ???!!!!

How a day goes from SuperFUN to SuperBAD. And how to get back on track.

Here's me: starting out my day in such a silly mood, I'm thinking, I need to catch this goof-fest on film (errr I mean camera phone glory):

Here's me making the best of the 45 minute parking lot on I-90 I sat in today.

I'll save you all the misfortune of seeing me mad about the next two hours (and believe me, it was a bunch of misery dumped on me). Then I thought I could just lay down at 4pm and call it a day.... close my eyes and POOF! It'll be Saturday. Then I had to confront a big meanie about something that was causing another somebody (who couldn't stand up for themselves) a lot of pain and fear. Today, all I want to do is throw in the towel. I want to sit on my pitty pot and just be selfish... Rescedule and avoid the headache I was about to get. Why did I choose today to advocate???? why??? do I really have to?

Then I saw this:


.....and I decided to shut up. If you can't see what it says, "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about what matters" MLK

Gideon's Trumpet / Human Rights

If MLK day has you thinking about those who have been instrumental in preserving basic human rights AND you are looking for a 'classic' film to watch, try "Gideon's Trumpet" This one might just remind you to thank those that also stood up and made change, but had much quieter voices.

Henry Fonda's 1980 portrayal of Clarence Gideon became the voice loud enough to take his story from complex law journals to reach the mainstream.

In a nutshell, Gideon asked the Supreme Court to allow for rights under the 6th Amendment previously denied allowing full protection of rights every citizen was guaranteed and deserved.

Read about the film: HERE

Ambiguity and Interpretation (If I wrote the dictionary)

Please dissent or affirm any position expressed in the form of a commment: (my own personal definitions)
Love. Agape, Eros, Phileo, Storge

1. Love: A four letter word describing 4 philosophical and complex types of human affection and bonding. Often when used, it's modifying classifiers are ommited on the assumtions that the subject 'Understands' which of the four is referenced. Not neccisarily a scary thing, but can be misconstrued as such if modifier is not exacted. Useful only if user specifies to audience or object which of the four classifications it is in refernece to.

2. Intimacy: a human necessity as well as a deep expression of the soul to another in the form of love, sex and/or friendship resulting in bonding.

3. Sex: An act between one or more entities that may or may not convey love and/or intimacy.
*I was told today that sex and intimacy are different. I got mad… but not till later. Sometimes they are, but not ALWAYS... I wish I could have had an eloquent esquire rehearsed response when I heard it, but I didn’t. I get angry because although not the same, the two rapidly mix. Granted the act of sex might be different or oppositional to intimacy in extreme cases. But for the most part one accentuates the other.

Consider the addition of the following:

4. Passion: A modifiaction of human soul with tenfold intensity of a poetic adjective. The element of volatility often equated with actions of love and positivity. Often forgotten is its effect as a pendulum emotion that has a low. A low as dark as the high is life-changingly uplifting. Considered positive yet, without a multiple outlet in equilibruim; (if consentrated in any one element such as the quest for power without the addition of love, passion can be devastating

Are all of these elements indpendant and merely modifications of on another? Or are they simple pieces of a collective puzzle. You tell me....

Body Movin' I'll be a bitch, but I'll be the love of your life

So I have to preface this with the fact that:
1. I'm a Sagittarius. Fire sign sums me up. I typically smolder, but occasionally, someone fans the flame and I blow up. Intense, yes, but you better enjoy the heat because it calms pretty fast.

I was a white child in poverty looking at white suburia with the dawning of the Beastie Boys... But I paid attention nonetheless. I may not have felt what you felt, but empathy marked and scarred me. Built character and heart. I suffered my own, yet I still took the time to shed blood for others. Please don't ever say that I don't understand the bottom of the barrel just because you are looking through a different lens?!

First of all........Color is not a modifier to me. Actions and character are.

Are you a bigot?
Are you a palyer?
Are you a racist?
How do you judge?

I don't give a f*** honestly as long as what you put out::::: who you are as..... WHO YOU ARE! So I can know what to expect.

But no matter what, don't look at my education, calm demeaner or skin color and assume I'm any less or more. I cannot be more than the least you ever expected, but I can be all that you need if you open your eyes.

It's not that I'm feeling underestimated. I'm a novel to my friends, but I know I'm not an easy read. Read if you want or pass on by. Just don't forget that things worth something are never easy//////

Exoskeleton

I don't have the tenacity to see if I spelled that right or not, but I just wanted to type the word.  Sometimes I wish we had our bones on the outside instead of flesh.  It would be a whole lot less easy to pass judgment upon one another for things not character related, like ohhh say: the color of your skin or how big your boobs are.

Just another hopelessly idealistic thought.

I love Opera! The best browser ever

Try Opera.  It's my favorite browser.  I like its stability, interface and all the little widgets you can get.  

My recent widgets:

SMSBugSender
Facebook widget
reTask
Opera.fm
Torrent PowerSearch
Facebook Notifier
Italia Cam
BBC Headline News
Asteroids
BBC News Reader
Enigma
mini.del.icio.us
KnowledgeMate

15,560 views ... Cyber rubber-necking on MySpace

I've posted and deleted ooddles of blogs on MySpace. I didn't want to stop because it clears clutter from my mind *and the web is a great clutter catcher.

But it really creeps me out how many people were looking at my brain vomit, and worse yet... WHY?

I had a alot of open heart surgeries on there too and I am starting to feel a little violated. So blogger, her I am.

I can see why curiosity killed the cat.

OMG! It's 1am AGAIN! I have got to stop getting so interested, curious, caught up in random stuff. I seriously need sleep, not stockpiles of random information to add to the overpopulation going on in my head.

Last week, I discovered I hadn't looked at onDemand deep enough to find all the shows I'd never seen but If I satyed up really really late, I could be cool like everyone else and know what's going on in "The Bad Girl's Club"

A few nights ago I sat and edited and archived over 2,000 photographs.  And don't even get me started on what Limewire does to me!

Tonight (or yesterday) I moved almost every last one of my blogs that I hadn't already deleted over here from MySpace. Then, instead of calling it a night, I got somehow lost in 3 or four other people's blogs. You guys are KILLING me! Stop being so interesting.

I admit to the OCD, but if this is how it's going to manifest itself, I'm in deep trouble. I liked it better when I was fussy about the way the labels faced in the cupboards.

Right now I wish I was a wife or a little kid or a mental patient and I had soomeone to tell me to go to bed.

Dammit.

Microsoft

Ok, so I'm usually not easily riled, but this is really starting to piss me off. Why does Word crash every time I try to cut, delete, or otherwise tweak the notebook project I'm working on?

The unfortunate state of Matrimony

"Marriage is not romance, it is a contract with the state" CSI