Colorless Green Ideas

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There are things I need to do, and things I'd like to do. Needs first. Number one, is a big win somewhere in business. I have shareholders, and I have a business - and I need to score a win there somehow. Product or service or whatever. I have some testing results for a product line coming back this week, so this is a possibility for 2011. Second, I need to figure out a way to inspire emotional and physical honesty. No more flab. No more gaslight. No more complex stories that cover up our feelings. No more standing there while my body slowly turns into nothingness. And physical honesty also means - cut out all scar tissue and graft and replace, remove scarring in veins, shave a layer off the lens of my eyes, repair toenails, replace old broken bones with new ones and/or new joints, and finally - in general, get back into training. I want an ironman. But it's not going to happen just sitting there watching the world go by. Third, and finally - on the need list - I ne

Gil Scott Heron, "Home is where the hatred is". RIP 5/28/2011

36% of people who are on facebook, and under the age of 35 - check facebook after sex. 64% will do so, while they are driving, and 65% will check facebook while they are on vacation . Do you really understand what this means? In high school and in college, at present - are the first generation that the world has produced - which has had access to the internet nonstop since they were born. And they are now using it to graft into their lives - a sense of connection to others that is forged through artificial environments. A person once told me "It's easy to be charming when you are an avatar". In fact, in the above statistic - you are 300 percent more likely to check facebook after sex, than you would otherwise - if you're using an iphone. The background of the net should be a relatively anonymous. One should be free to forge whatever identity one can truly support as a contributor to the cosmic fugue. An internet identity is, a nom de plume. And also, an

The company is big they won't miss it if you take it go on pilfer office supplies Is anyone walking back to your office? No. They don't care if you're at your desk you have plenty of time to get things done so take your time Surf the net And make sure when they need you to turn your cellphone off You should know if you're going to get fired you can read the writing on the wall So take as much vacation time as you can make sure to cash it all out and speak up about how you're going to be happy working somewhere else other than this god-forsaken company You deserve so much better don't worry if they aren't happy with your performance just work on your resume instead and sleep at your desk and hit facebook and play warcraft on company time then march right up to the boss and ask for what you deserve

Is that the speech recognition thing Wasn't this something that was supposed to work right forever? Did it hear what I said? I said: I love smartphones each new app connects me to new things I love doing things on my ipad even things that I don't need to do And look at this unlimited calling unlimited text unlimited data As I write this I'm falling asleep listening to music on hold

Turn the Volume Way Up. Trust me. It's worth it.

Swingers , or 'lifestyle' couples - are usually pretty interesting people. I have learned, from my friends Freddy and Eddy (Freddy is the girl, Eddy is the guy)- that swinging is kind of an art form. It's a sexual exploration that has hidden rules. The first rule is that , in general, much of the swinging encounter needs to be coordinated by the women. They will have feelings during the encounter , and it's better to let them set scene. If you, as a guy - want to scene, and she doesn't. Then don't. Consensuality is the basis of kink. On the other hand, if she does want to scene - let her choose the playmate. A hidden rule that many guys won't read into the scene - is to keep your attention focussed on your current mate. In a threesome, it's easy to have one person stranded. Swingers like to do foursomes, where soft swaps are possible. This helps to even out the feelings / and have the emotions happen in a way that can be harmonized to activity.

Filed in the 'literacy' column - and for all colorless readers who have read the amazing book - "Super Sad True Love Story" by Gary Shteyngart .. Author pictured below. (Does he remind you of Frodo Baggins?) Gary got it right in a chilling way. If you read the book, the post apocalyptic future it paints is frightening. If you don't believe it, I offer, as apocrypha - the following article that questions whether the 'Age of America' will end in 2016 . The article is short, but very relevant. America is in a natural place for itself as a beacon of Democracy. And with the death of Bin Laden, comes an unlock of the Wisdom of the Quran, and the revolution in the Middle East. The cornerstone of which is a triad of compassion - justice - and equity . Happy Wednesday! ;)

It's hard to believe there was a time, in which white society did not regard black women as capable of the highest grace and accomplishment. It is the testament of women such as above, that this more is today nothing but an artifact of a distant past. Some say the sixties were responsible for this freedom - my observation is that as long as women such as this are in the world - it is only a matter of time before the exact shade and color of their skin are a non-issue.

For some reason, you and I form a unity . It is an unlikely pairing. Your skills and thoughts are far different from mine. Your body is different from mine. Your skin , your taste, touch and smell are different. You wake at a different time than me. You are done with your dinner, at a different time. You have different hobbies and interests, although we share some. And yet, you and I are , in many ways - one. We are together, and we help each other. We laugh about the same things - we are challenged and inspired by others. And we cry about the same things. We have different viewpoints, different ideas - but there is something that seems to unify us. The part that unifies us lives beyond us. We are, in some ways, by nature - immortal. But this form of immortality depends upon our ability to be able to share, and to love. In hate, we find destruction. And death. But in love. We find hope, peace, harmony. To love, is in many ways - a skill. It is also something that is deep wi

You carry an aura. Everything seems to be worth living for, when you are here. The day lights up when you respond. You are not easy to know. But you are worth knowing. You are successful. You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You seem to be kind, and giving. You are at the still point of life and creation. You are a blessing. I am happy to know you. I am glad you are here.

I am not worth getting to know. I've let millions pass through my fingers. I've destroyed companies, brought my own personal finances to near death, and I am not known for any major contribution to humanity other than my passive existence and contributions of work. Most of which, add up to a role that can be easily replaced. I breathe the air you breathe, and exhale toxic carbon dioxide. The green grass does get a little greener - but then again, so does the grass near or beneath a patch of dog dirt. I drink the same water you drink, but I have also tried to help purify the waters that others have tried to drink - and at time of writing, failed. So, it could be said that unlike the cool, pure water that you drink and enjoy - the water that I have helped bring to the world, at least at time of writing - is dead, horrid tasting and worthless. This may be different next week, but we're not talking about the future. We're talking about now. I am in an office, and

Does pink make you puke? Can you go broke making 250,000.00 a month? Would it make you wish you had spoken to a Valentine? If you made 200 million dollars would you use it to search for extraterrestrials? Are you very technical and tolerant? Or just another girl? My clothes are clean I bathe I know how to use silverware I can afford this place But I am not one of you Burn, Barbie, Burn

America can be over the top. At times. Ok, maybe all of the time. We were founded on very liberal ideals - religious freedom, constitutional democracy, and a sense that if we were to be taxed, let it be done by the will of the people. We never argued the case that we should be a libertarian country, but if you track back to the origin of our nation - that's the closest political trend you can find. And that was only because we were disperse, and there was no need for regulation. Nature tended to take care of that. If you were a bad person, you wouldn't likely get help with your farm. The first big storm, where you needed the help of your neighbor - would kill you. So by and large, colonial America was a pretty fun place to be , if you had any sense of ethic, and if you were self sufficient. Religion was very light hearted, and very much a part of life - the bible was by and large the only real book the family kept. A minister, walking down the street, would ask of a coupl

In every endings begin is a beginning's end an ancient saying earth and wind He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. and water and fire So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. > Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. Two engineers in a bunker just for fun program the computer and ask it the question what is the meaning of life? it cannot answer but they forget to turn it off An internet grows and changes weaving itself into space and time the program runs, adapting, improving still searching for the answer its computing powered by the energy of a network of stars running quantum gate powered processor RAM and solid state drives at lighthning speed And humanity dies the last person evaporating s

I joined what could best be described as a semi-hardcore raiding guild this past week. My first encounter with hardmode was a really black and scary feeling that you can't do whatever it is you are setting out to do. Almost a paralysis. This gripped me immediately/ and completely. I had been in the guild no less than an hour when the first invite to a heroic raid had been given. I was farming, and the spawn points weren't in the right places - and I felt strange and awkward on a new server. And it was a raid that I'd never done before. So now, the first time I would ever see it would be heroic mode. I wanted desperately to do the raid, but at the same time - I knew that if I jumped in, I'd kill everyone. I declined. But the feeling of fear - that conflict between wanting to go, and knowing that I should not - made a big impression on me. I guess it reminds me most of that key transition point we all make, as raiders - when we're newly levelled. Normally a play

Lunch break, and I surfed the net. My focus was sharp, my skills keen. I sought valuable information, digitized representation of data streams that contain the very essence of what man values most. Capturing these streams using advanced technology, I sort and collect them and proudly display here my finding, borne of the hard work of lunchbreak - and human victory. The ultimate product of years of network engineering advancement, best practices, digital technology and protocol research: It should stand to reason that any responsible blogger such as myself, should devote at least another five or ... maybe six or ... seven... minutes or so to careflly inspect this digitized data now illuminating the pixels of our screens. There could possible be PNG / open source format graphics compression related error. ... Ah... or... something... ... you know... always one to do my part..... Update: 12:52pm, on hold with Dell server support for a brief moment. And it struck me that I could co

My son and I waved the American flag at sunrise, the kids in the neighborhood did also. Cars honked as they went by. A happy bus stop. Busy morning, most in the office seem to behave as if they have a sense of relief and for a monday morning, it's a pretty effecient start to the week. We're getting alot done. Lunch, at my desk. TED Talks FTW.

This is a moment everyone will remember. This day, when Al Qaeda was finally hit hard enough for us to know that we've fought back and won, against our enemy - the army that attacked us on September 11, 2001. There was a funny feeling building within me all week. It started, really, with something I read out of adbusters.org - a really well written quotation from the Koran. And now, with the death of Bin Laden. I am going to celebrate by reading the Koran. Slowly and carefully. I will listen to the words of the prophet. To Arab wisdom. I am doing so, because I have come to realize that Islam, and the pursuit of peace is at the center of the uprisings in Libya, and Egypt - and the world. Because Islam is , at least in part , about discipline. And because the best of what any religion has to offer centers around personal growth, and harmony. Ok. Actually , to tell the truth, it was really one quote that made me want to read it. It didn't have anything to do with bloodlust