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09-13-2008, 10:26 AM
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still, wondering.
Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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kumbaya emo
I just had another experience that reminded me IJUHP. Emotions erupted & a belief unfolded: that we might all enjoy ourselves more fully with a better system for expression.
Of course, I have no idea how to create one, & I love this place. Kumbaya, emo!
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09-14-2008, 11:06 AM
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I want to join the kumbaya-emo club.
Anyone else who wants to join, please bring your favorite recipes for s'mores. We need a cool t-shirt and bumper sticker logo as well. My dog's name is kumbaya, I shall name my first-born, kumbaya as well. However did kumbaya become a pejoritive?, such a shame indeed. I love to play with fire. I will build a bonfire large enough, for all of us sit around and sing. See ya there! |
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09-15-2008, 04:07 PM
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comfortably numb...
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"i don't care if it rains or freezes...
' long as i have my plastic jesus..."
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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09-17-2008, 08:31 AM
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Yes...yes we could.
Don't forget to bring your sit-upons. I do believe I have a some spare ones in the closet, in case you forget yours. Do you like your marsmallows a golden brown, cooked perfectly even on all sides?, or perhaps you like them burnt, like I do. |
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09-18-2008, 08:26 AM
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sufferable
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Ive got something in my pocket
it belongs upon my face i keep it very close to me in a most convenient place . . * As an infant I was initiated as half-a-brownie .
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As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons...be cheerful; strive for happiness - Desiderata |
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10-06-2008, 06:15 AM
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Who wants to play "The Glad Game,"
with me? "I Like Life" by Leslie Bricusse. I like life! Life likes me! Life and I fairly fully agree Life is fine! Life is good! 'Specially mine which is just as it should be! I like pouring the wine and why not? Life's a pleasure that I deny not I like life here and now Life and I made a mutual vow Till I die, life and I We'll both try to be better somehow And if life were a woman she would be my wife Why? Because I like life! I like life, life likes me I make life a perpetual spree Eating food, drinking wine Thinking who'd like the privilege to dine me I like drinking the drink I'm drinking I like thinking the thoughts I'm thinking I like songs, I like dance I hear music and I'm in a trance Tra la la! Oompapah! Chances are we shall get up and prance Where there's music and laughter happiness is rife Why? Because I like life! Last edited by ring; 10-06-2008 at 06:32 AM.. |
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10-06-2008, 07:49 AM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-06-2008, 08:40 AM
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Eponymous
Location: Central Central Florida
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I've lost at love before
got mad and closed the door but you said try, just once more I chose you for the one now I'm havin' so much fun you treated me so kind I'm about to lose my mind You made me so very happy I'm so glad you came into my life The others were untrue but when it came to lovin' you I'd spend my whole life with you 'cause you came and you took control you touched my very soul you always showed me that lovin' you is where it's at You made me so very happy I'm so glad you came into my life I love you so much it seems You're even in my dreams I can hear you yeah I can hear you calling me I'm so in love with you all I ever want to do is thank you baby thank you baby You made me so very happy you made me so very happy baby I'm so glad you came into my life Every day of my life I wanna thank you You made me so very happy Oh, I wanna spend my life with you thank you baby thank you baby
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We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess. Mark Twain |
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10-06-2008, 09:59 AM
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comfortably numb...
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david clayon thomas was one of my heroes...
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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10-07-2008, 06:38 AM
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David Clayton-Thomas - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
-----Added 7/10/2008 at 10 : 42 : 16----- " Come by here." Last edited by ring; 10-07-2008 at 06:42 AM.. Reason: Automerged Doublepost |
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10-23-2008, 01:34 PM
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Martin Luther King Speeches
I Have a Dream - Address at March on Washington August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C. Watch the Full 16-min video of Martin Luther King's famous I Have a Dream Speach I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. [Applause] Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream. I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" Kumbaya. |
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10-28-2008, 06:35 AM
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still, wondering.
Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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Invigorating autumns comprise strong winds and death, but we will not make them.
With other means at our disposal, we might choose more wisely. I hope we do.
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BE JUST AND FEAR NOT
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11-04-2008, 01:57 PM
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"let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies And we walked off to look for america kathy, I said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw I've gone to look for america Laughing on the bus Playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera toss me a cigarette, I think theres one in my raincoat we smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field kathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I dont know why Counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike They've all gone to look for america All gone to look for america All gone to look for america...." ____________________ Thanks, Paul and Art. I miss you guys. |
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11-04-2008, 02:34 PM
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comfortably numb...
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Location: upstate
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"i've been paul simon'd and art garfunkle'd..."
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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11-06-2008, 08:06 AM
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Floyd's High Hopes....
"Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had begun Along the long road and on down the causeway Do they still meet there by the cut There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps Running before time took our dreams away Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground To a life consumed by slow decay The grass was greener The light was brighter With friends surrounded The nights of wonder Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again Dragged by the force of some inner tide At a higher altitude with flag unfurled We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world **** Encumbered forever by desire and ambition There's a hunger still unsatisfied Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon Though down this road we've been so many times The grass was greener The light was brighter The taste was sweeter The nights of wonder With friends surrounded The dawn mist glowing The water flowing The endless river Forever and ever "Hey, is that Charlie? yes... Hello Charlie... great" _____________________________________________________________________________ High Hopes Writer(s): cahn/van heuse, a song from childhood stuck in my head: "Next time your found, with your chin on the ground There a lot to be learned, so look around Just what makes that little old ant Think he’ll move that rubber tree plant Anyone knows an ant, can’t Move a rubber tree plant But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time your gettin’ low ’stead of lettin’ go Just remember that ant Oops there goes another rubber tree plant When troubles call, and your back’s to the wall There a lot to be learned, that wall could fall Once there was a silly old ram Thought he’d punch a hole in a dam No one could make that ram, scram He kept buttin’ that dam ’cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time your feelin’ bad ’stead of feelin’ sad Just remember that ram Oops there goes a billion kilowatt dam All problems just a toy balloon They’ll be bursted soon They’re just bound to go pop Oops there goes another problem kerplop." Last edited by ring; 11-06-2008 at 08:13 AM.. |
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11-06-2008, 08:09 AM
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comfortably numb...
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didn't frank sinatra sing that with eddie hodges in the movie?
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"We were wrong, terribly wrong. (We) should not have tried to fight a guerrilla war with conventional military tactics against a foe willing to absorb enormous casualties...in a country lacking the fundamental political stability necessary to conduct effective military and pacification operations. It could not be done and it was not done." - Robert S. McNamara ----------------------------------------- "We will take our napalm and flame throwers out of the land that scarcely knows the use of matches... We will leave you your small joys and smaller troubles." - Eugene McCarthy in "Vietnam Message" ----------------------------------------- never wrestle with a pig. you both get dirty; the pig likes it. |
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