my sister and I

so.... sunday morning and after a sleepless night due to major excitement i was out the house to go pick up my sis.... she hadnt slept either having to leave home in the middle of the night to fly at dawn so we arrived at my place with energy levels of zombies and passed out until about midday. then we woke up and since then we've been talking and laughing and dancing and drinking and screaming and then talking and laughing and dancing and drinking and screaming!!!

i m having a beautiful first week off school, for starters my sister darling brought my fav greek sweet which is like a custard made from milk and semolina in between phιllo dough and bathed in sirup so i ve been kept very happy having it for three days in a row for breakfast, after lunch, dinner and bedtime snack. we've been cooking yummy stuff i m usually not bothered to make for myself - tonight we had beef patties stuffed with feta and roast potatoes. we drink before during and after every meal using the crystal glasses and the nicest plates and matching napkins it's just all beautiful and fest-like.

the first and second day we spent a few hours sorting out my closets. two things came out of it: firstly we created something my closet hasn't experienced before called: space and secondly my sister on a student budget and avid freebie junkie just got a full free makeover (except for shoes). i had to dig out an old suitcase so she can take all her new stuff back and i couldnt be happier than they will be happily worn again.
highlight:
sis picks out a black and white striped bra: oh that bra is so cute!
me: hey, this is my fav bra too. i hadnt seen it in two years under all the others. take it.
sis: oh no, i cant take your favourite bra. (she hands it back to me)
me: i look at it again thinking that it is indeed a cutie.
sis: but then, now that you're getting pregnant, it won't fit you anyway for another two years...
me: i pull the bra by the straps and flip it back to her like a sling.

on the second day we went to the pool. i won at backstroke. now listen, my sister can swim while i can only move very awkwardly in water. now obviously she couldnt be bothered to make any effort to compete with me but i still won over my sister, for the first time, in anything. after my triumph we had a full round of all the spa and sauna facilities mmm heavenly.

yesterday we went downtown, walked around zurich, along the river, by the lake, in and out of kitschy souvenir shops, commenting on anything and anyone in greek while at the same time having yet another random sociological conversation... we hopped into a tram and i kept walking to the back although they were seats in the front, sitting opposite a rather uptight lady.

sis jokingly stared at me with a look "it is allright, we are all a little deranged in out family" but then got stuck looking into my eyes, noticing for the first time they can look green. i looked back at her with the "we're all a little deranged in our family" look and hugged her and kissed her catching uptight lady in the corner of my eye getting a little uncomfortable. a greek song came to mind which i spontaneously started singing to her -sth about forgetting an old lover's eye colour and the sound of their voice... now i might have a lousy voice but i love her surprise when i randomly burst into a song.
the uptight lady got a little scared and decided to get up and go stand by the door maybe she feared i would magically produce a hat to pass around reminding me that "because rock, whatever you are, if you don't have it, be afraid of it".

good vibes

aaaall over!!

don't know why (ok, maybe i have an idea) but i'm feeling gooooooood, people!!!!

ooooh, i'm spreading the good vibes, making some good times!!



oh and if you need one more little push to feel happy today, watch the song i put up today on my profile!
(watch the song...? yes, in the ear of youtube, we WATCH songs...lol)

i picked up her cd randomly yesterday downtown - because it was only for 11.50 francs. turns out the cover isn't always deceiving about the content And btw i LOVE that name Yael.

and i'll be out the house in 12 hours to go pick my sister darling

CHEER UP PEOPLE LIFE IS GOOD

life is good today and because you never know what it'll be like tomorrow you better get up and dance

i mean, think about it... WHAT IF... this were to be...

AS GOOD AS IT GETS

??

can you risk it?

interactive installation based on online dating

"...in online dating profiles what people do is talk about themselves, in maybe 200 words and they say the most important things about themselves and so it is a very fertile ground for building a mosaic of humanity"

Monday, always a day of opportunity to turn your week better.

today was a nice day. it didnt start in an ideal way but then some things happened that cheered me up. my sister and a friend. a friend who's been, in a way, patient with me for a long time.

besides... it is autumn. soon the rains will start. and it will be time to light the fireplace. routine will finally set in so i will be productive and feel fulfilled.

aaaand... taram taraaaam

my sister is coming to visit IN A WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg!!!!!!!!!!!

OPEN THAT CHAMPAGNE!!*

throw a sisters only party!!

mix some cocktails!!!*

the programme also includes a "sorting out the closet" afternoon, a day of shopping to substitute the new space in said closet, city tour avec lunch and a couple day trips

Ich verfechte die anarchie

Stopp mich nicht. Ich träume.
Wir lebten gebückt Jahrhunderte von Ungerechtigkeit. Jahrhunderte von Einsamkeit.
Jetzt nicht. Stopp mich nicht.
Jetzt und hier für immer und überall.
Ich träume von Freiheit.
Lass uns durch jedermanns wunderschöne Eigenart die Harmonie des Universums wiederherstellen.
Spielen wir! Wissen ist Freude.
Es ist keine Rekrutierung der Schulen.
Ich träume, weil ich liebe. Grosse Träume auf dem Himmel. Arbeiter mit eigenen Fabriken tragen zur internationalen Schokoladenproduktion bei.
Ich träume, weil ich WEISS und ich KANN.
Die Banken gebären die "Räuber".
Die Gefägnisse die "Terroristen".
Die Einsamkeit die "Unangepassten".
Das Produkt das "Bedürfnis".
Grenzen die Armeen.
Alles das Eigentum.
Gewalt gebärt Gewalt.
Frag nicht. Stopp mich nicht.
Wir haben jetzt des Moralrechtes Ultimative Handlung zu wiederherstellen.
Ein Gedicht aus dem Leben machen. Und das Leben Realität.
Dies ist ein Traum, den ich kann kann kann ICH LIEBE DICH und du stoppst mich nicht ich träume nicht. Ich lebe.
Ich strecke die Hände der Liebe, dem Zusammenhalt, der Freiheit.
So viele Male wie nötig von vorn an.
Ich verfechte die Anarchie.


von Katerina Gogou


Übersetzung vasvoe

i'm getting a new niece!

when i am confused with life it always help to have a nice chat wth my (god)mother. she gave me today this rule of thumb:
if you're 80% happy 80% of the time, it's the *right* person. there IS no perfect person (ok, i knew that last bit at least)

but then dad added, relationships aren't 50/50 they're 100/100.

if you have insight as to what that means, please offer your lights because i didnt get that and dad is not one to explain art.

see i m eager to take advice from people who ve been together 20 years.

oh, i also found this on somebody's facebook today.

"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."
- Hellen Keller

i practice that, too, so i'm proud of myself :p


the main piece of news though is that I M GETTING A NEW NIECE!!!!! she's going to be an aquarius girl and her mom and her three handsome brothers are expecting her the first days of february



and my godmother might come visit, don't know when exactly, and if it's going to be this winter or in spring but i hope she will take that plane before she goes mad, because she needs the vacation desperately. else i ll just *have* to bring a vacation to her by spend summer in there myself lol

late night blogging

mamà,

it is time for you to take a stance.

you could overcome yourself and decide to stand by my side, even if it is only because i am your daughter. i will take that reason to be partial any time. you could accept i am lesbian, and that i fall in love with women, and sleep with them. naked. i mean, you saw that yourself when you busted into my room with my first girlfriend. as you saw other things too when i was younger but chose to see nothing.

you can accept that i am not exactly your average mainstream thinking and acting person and while we're at it, neither is your younger daughter. this might sound far fetched but maybe you could even derive some joy from the fact that although you've brainwashed her against me for ten years she is a most supportive, understanding and loving sister. and so are my two brothers. and your oldest son, mamà, he is gay too, as is your own sister, but you'll never know that or see clearly that your sister's "best friend" has been her lover for as long as i can remember and that's why they spend winters in athens in her house and summers by the sea in aunt's house.

we are a very gay family.

you could pull your head out from your arse and you could make a difference for yourself by looking around you instead of being blinded by your own shit.

i will not lie and say i understand how difficult it is for you to take me as i am. because i do not see anything particularly wrong with myself.

i think the difficulty lies in your own inability to love who i am unless i am the way you want me to be. which is fine with other people but since i am your daughter, i had expected your love to be a tad more unconditional.

when you call and complain i never call to tell you of my life, what you mean is that i do not call to tell you what you want to hear. when you ask and i tell you what i am up to, you only want to point out what i am doing wrong and how i could live my life better.

you must have no idea, that i am the critical virgo and you are the open minded aquarius?

you must have no idea, that i am happy. you have no idea, that i love myself, and i love my life, i love my friends, my home, my cats, and i love women. that i am thankful for most everything i have and have accomplished, without your help, that i am a cheerful person, determined, sensitive and able. or do you see that, and cannot believe it? or maybe you believe i do not deserve it? what is it that makes you so twisted and mean and stupid?

no, mamà, gay people cannot just "sign a paper" to secure their rights. a "paper" won't give us the rights that married people get.

mamà, it is time for you to take a stance. do you want to keep me or can you afford to lose me? this is the chance i am offering you, for the sake of you being my biological mother;

you can become or even pretend to be supportive and accepting. you can be angry that i am denied rights, and spread the word. you can take my side, even now, even if you never took my side when i was little.

you can be proud of me and start forwarding the wedding and baptism invitations instead of holding them back for fear I could appear there with my girlfriend and embarass you. stop shutting me out of my beloved cousins' lives! it is unfair, that you can withhold information from me because i live in another country and it is unacceptable that I only learn i have a new nephew when he is three, and that my uncle died a year ago! how dare you!

mamà. i repeat this is your chance and it is the last one. i do not mind losing you, because i do not feel i owe it to you to put up with your homophobic, ignorant, narrow-minded bullshit.

i do not need you, and this is something you could be proud of instead of interpreting it as my conscious choice to follow the wrong way...

I have a problem, or ode to fucking

I have a problem, or ode to fucking

i apologise beforehand if anybody feels offended by the frequent and bold use of a certain f-word used to describe the act of sexual intercourse- if you're going to be offended or are underage please do not read further - thanks. --


so, i was saying,

i have a problem with how often the word or concept of "cuddle" seems to come up with/from some lesbians

if i'm with you it means

1. i'm in love with you

or at least
2. i'm seriously attracted to you and on my way to falling for you

and so if 1. or 2. is present, that means i wanna FUCK you!!!!
i want to FUCK you a lot!
I want to FUCK you all the FUCKING time!!!
whenever i see you!
and when i don't see you, i still wanna FUCK you!
i would rather be FUCKing you than doing anything else!

at least for a few years into the relationship, there must be a lot of fucking going on, and then later there still has to be enough fucking to go on.

so if i ever put up an ad to look for a girlfriend can i say

"she must FUCK a lot"?
no, wait
"she must like FUCKING a lot with ME"

which is kinda vague cuz i really don't care if she fucks other people too, as long as she still fucks me.

if i'm too ugly, too hairy, too girly, too fat, too short, too smelly, too whatever... or you're a little short on energy and urges... then, you know, let's be friends. or let me fuck other people, too.

if you don't like my fucking style, tell me how to fuck you differently!

i never quite got the point of having a gf who won't fuck (me).

i can't have a gf who wants to "cuddle exclusively" and be expected to stay with her.

but if you insist, let's cuddle our genitals to the point of orgasm.

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what IS with the cuddling? i don't get it. is it a lesbian thing? is it a woman thing? is it an age thing, a hormonal thing? is it a personal thing? what is it??
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ps. a few years back i dated someone who was drunk as fuck and then someone who was dumb as fuck. but these weren't the right combination of "fuck".

pps. spare me the "you think like a man" comments *eyeroll*

poetry is art

this morning before i woke up... had a very peaceful dream. I had met this sweet girl, who was an artist. and she had made a very beautiful installation. and i was almost hypnotised by her creation, this piece of art. it was an interactive light/video installation showing sunset colours but it was kinda three dimensional and you could squint your eyes and see little lights shining expand over the colours. i think the dream might have been spurred by an experience i had yesterday evening, reading a very powerful poem. and because i was totally not prepared for it, it took me by surprise and went through to my core. i randomly opened my new coursebook and i had to stop myself from crying from the first stanza, amidst a bunch of teenagers also waiting for the train next to me. hadnt had that feeling of art overcoming me in a while, and it was simply life awakening.

the poem was refugee blues by w h ayden

ouf.
ελληνιστί, ουφ.

δεν αντέχω πια να ακούω ότι σέβονται την επιλογή μου. θέλω να τους σπάσω τη μύτη.

υπάρχει ζωή μετά το σεξ;

άσχετος ο τίτλος.

άλλο θέλω να θίξω. διάβαζα χτες προχτές στο δέκα τοις εκατό για τους ψυχοθεραπευτές, και πως ακόμα κάποιοι έχουν μεσαίωνα σε κουήρ θέματα και να προσέχουμε εμείς οι λοατ να πηγαίνουμε σε θεραπευτές που έχουν πιο κουήρ συνείδηση τέλοσπάντων και όχι σε αυτούς που θα μας πουν εθυέως ή εμμέσως με τη συνειδητή ή ακούσια στάση τους ότι καλύτερα αν ήμασταν στρέητ κτλ

αυτή η άποψη για μένα είναι καθαρά ακτιβιστική και όχι άποψη ενός θεραπευτή. δλδ όχι φυσικά δεν θέλω ένα ψυχοθεραπευτή να μου πει ότι είμαι ανώμαλη. αλλά ούτε θέλω ένα ψυχοθεραπευτή να με ενθαρρύνει να βγω από την ντουλάπα όταν έξω με περιμένουν αυγά ντομάτες και πολλά χειρότερα. και το περιοδικό λέει και συμφωνώ κι γώ πως σε μερικές περιπτώσεις π.χ. αν είναι να μας κόψουν οι γονείς τα λεφτά για σπουδές καλύτερα να το βουλώσουμε μέχρι να μπορούμε να σταθούμε στα πόδια μας μόνοι μας.

αλλά βασικά αυτό που θέλω να πω είναι μην κάνουμε την ψυχοθεραπεία μορφή ακτιβισμού, γιατί η ψυχοθεραπεία πρέπει να είναι για το όφελος του πελάτη της κι όχι για τα συμφέροντα του ακτιβισμού.

(κι εγώ ακτιβίστρια είμαι παιδιά, επίσης έχω και το ψώνιο να γίνω ψυχοθεραπεύτρια, άλλο τό να άλλο τ άλλο)

ξανά μαζί

αυτή τη στιγμή είμαι σπίτι μου στην ελβετία. με τα γατιά, ακούγωντας εληνικό ραδιόφωνο απ το ίντερνετ. σε δέκα μέρες γυρνάω κάρντιφ να μαζέψω τα συμπράγκαλα και να δώσω το σπίτι. από σεπτέμβρη λονδινάκι με το καλό. επαρχία το κάρντιφ και δεν τσουλάει.

μέχρι τότε νιώθω σα να είμαι στη χώρα του πουθενά.

τί έχει συμβεί με μένα τόσο καιρό. καταρχήν πήγα κάρντιφ (στην ουαλλία είναι αυτό, πες αγγλία για να καταλάβεις ω, αγεωγράφητε) για σπουδές πέρισι τον αύγουστο. μετά τα χριστούγενα πήγα δυο βδομάδες νότια αφρική διακοπούλες. ζέβρες, λιοντάρια, ελεφαντάκια κι άλλα ζωάκια. άπλα. ήλιος. παραλίες. απέραντες. μπλε. με άσπρη άμμο. όχι ακριβώς το ελληνικό μπλε κι άσπρο. διαφορετικό. τεσπα να μη τα πολυλογώ. τη γνώρισα. έγινε το κοννέ. τί κοννέ δλδ της παναγιάς της μεγαλομουνιώτισσας έγινε. κατάλαβα τί πάει να πει σεξ. τί πάει να πει να έχεις κι άλλο και να μη μπορείς γιατί έχεις τελειώσει καμιά πενηνταριά φορές μέσα σε μισή ώρα. έγινα πολυοργασμικιά μπορείς να πεις.

περιμένω να πάω σε ένα μήνα να κάνω σεξ και να μαυρίσω. τέταρτη σχέση μέχρι τώρα, όλα καλά πάνε, αλλά δεν λέω τίποτα αυτή τη φορά. μακάρι να είναι αυτή που θα κρατήσει. μετά οπό τα τέσσερα ζωντόβολα και τις ανισόρροπες που πήγα κι έπεφτα μέχρι τώρα, φυσικά και αυτή μου έχει κάνει καλή εντύπωση ίσως όχι τόσο γιατί είναι σούπερ αλλά απλά γιατί είναι νορμάλ!! έμαθα κι εγώ κάποια πράγματα στο μεταξύ, να κάνω πέρα από νωρίς όταν το πράγμα δεν τσουλάει. τώρα θα δούμε. θα πάω αν κάτσω όλο το καλοκαίρι, τρεις μήνες δλδ, εκεί θά ναι χειμώνας, αλλά τεσπα, χειμώνας στην αφρική υπάρχει; δεν υπάρχει, 20 βαθμούς θά χει την ημέρα. να δούμε υποτίθεται πώς θα τα πάμε αν δεν είναι περίοδος διακοπών, γι αυτή βέβαια δεν θα είναι διακοπές, θα δουλεύει, αλλά για μένα διακοπές θα είναι, σπίτι της θα κάθομαι, να αγναντεύω τα σύννεφα. άντε να πάω να δω τα ελεφαντάκια και τα λιονταράκια. για μπάνια δεν ξέρω, επειδή θά ναι χειμώνας, αν θα είναι αρκετά ζεστά. ινδικός μεν, ωκεανός δε, πόσο ζεστός να είναι πια. θα δούμε κιόλας, δεν έχω αποφασίσει ακόμα 100% να το συνεχίσω.

μιλάω τελευταία με την αδερφή μου. χαίρομαι. με τους αδερφούς μου έχω χαθεί. στεναχωριέμαι. είμαι πολύ μόνη. δεν είαι και πολύ κινωνική. όχι ότι δεν θέλω, αλλά οι περισσότεροι μου τη δίνουν. οπότε αποφεύγω.

Okay Cheese lets look at your aspects in terms of Keywords.

Sun...I am
Moon ...I Feel
Mercury....I think
Venus.....I love
Mars......I Act
Jupiter....I expand
Saturn....I am limited, I fear
Uranus....I am unpredictible or unconventional
Neptune....I seek spirit (positive) or delusion (negative)
Pluto....I seek power or victimhood.
ASCENDANT....WHO I APPEAR TO BE WHEN YOU FIRST MEET ME.
NN (upside down horse shoe) I NEED TO BECOME THIS
Keywords for aspects
Conjunction-union of energies except with Saturn
Sextile-good relationship
Trine-very good relationship but so good we may not ever notice its there.
Square-gets our attention and asks us to do something hard
Opposition-asks us to do two things as once that conflict, may affect us sporadically or in an either/or kind of way depending on other factors.


Without taking into consideration the houses and signs of the other planets (which we cover later) and combining using the above key we can take your Moon and Venus aspects and say the following....

Sun Conjunction Venus 4°38 WHO I AM COMBINES AND MERGES EASILY WITH WHAT ATTRACTS ME

Moon Trine Venus 3°54 WHAT I FEEL IS IN HARMONY WITH WHAT I LOVE.

Moon Sextile Mars 4°51 MY ACTIONS COMPLIMENT MY FEELNGS
Moon Square Jupiter 0°21 MY NEEDS FOR EXPANSION IN MY LIFE TEND TO BE RESISTED BY MY FEELINGS>

MOON QUINCUNX ASCENDANT-WELL LEAVE THIS MINOR ASPECT FOR ANOTHER TIME.

Venus Sextile Mars 0°57 MY ACTIONS SUPPORT WHAT I LOVE
Venus Conjunction Saturn 5°25 I ENCOUNTER FEAR OR FEEL LIMITED WHEN I LOVE
Venus Sextile Uranus 4°56 I LOVE IN UNIQUE WAYS OR UNCONVENTIONALLY.
Venus Square Neptune 5°01 I CAN CREATE ILLUSIONS ABOUT LOVE THE FOOL MYSELF.
Venus Square Ascendant 1°41 WHEN YOU MEET ME< THE PERSON YOU MEET IS NOT THE PART THAT TELLS YOU WHAT I LOVE.

AS you can see each planet is in some way enhanced or limited by its relationship to other planets further refining how it is expressed.

and am luvin it.

i love our class, there is not one person i despise or cannot stand, and none so far who cannot stand me, the tutors are very much into what they're doin so it's good fun, the subjects are obviously interesting since they representative of our intended prospective field of studies and career, and people have a good attitude possibly also because they've chosen to be where they are and it really depends on them to go where they wanna go.

today i got more familiar to three other really cool people, an english guy with an irish name and irish parents, a welsh girl whose parents are english, and a welsh guy who is well, just welsh :P and he actually speaks welsh and told me how to pronounce my area correctly :)) i also now know that ashley is a name for a boy as well for a girl. i mention this because it is funny to me that they consider themselves e.g. english, while their parents are irish, if they have been born and brought up in england. i must say though that i agree with that idea because e.g. there are people born and raised in switzerland, germany, the US, hardly speak any greek at all, been to greece maybe a couple times to visit the grandmother or sth, and they consider themselves greeks, (i think to say greek americans is quite fine though), and that is freakin to me, i cannot see them as greeks at all. i certainly do not consider myself in any way scottish, just because my great grandmother was one, but i do consider i have some kind of a scottish "heritage" as in passed down through our family traditions and values, which i am proud of, but not because it has anything to do with scottland, but because it has everything to do with our family.

anyway back to my day, getting to know people around here comes natural, as they are very keen on making small talk and getting along, they dont look at you strangely if you chat them up in the bus or in the cafeteria (note to self: to chat somebody up means to flirt/hit on/pick up in this country, so have to find an alternative, hm) there are people around to have stimulating conversation with, people with open minds, or at least susceptible to having their views expanded.

unfortunately classroom overcrowdedness remains a day to day fact and problem, always going round begging for some extra chairs, trying to move into bigger rooms though so that should be solved soon, having people take notes on their lap is really not very comfortable even less when you're sitting for two full hours and no desk to lean your elbows or anything.

i asked around about the nhs, it IS a free thing for all, which i think is great, they say it's actually not bad at all, quite good, i cannot jusdge as i havent used its services yet, been coughin my lungs out for two days, hope this too, shall pass, hope not lung cancer already, not quite ready to die yet, if it really has to be sth more than just a cold, can it please be a bad bout of asthma, and i dont care if it keeps me caughin till december, at least i'm gonna have some great abs till then, already sore from all that caughing.

i am in fact intimidated by the english language right now, and the prospect of writing papers in english, havent used proper (written) english for years and years, hope it all starts falling into place soon, feel a lil lost without my dixxies, witout my writer's handbooks, english usage books, thesaurus, etc, the kind of stuff that has given me so much confidence, just by occupying the top shelf. indeed i have over the last years much more often used the duden (the big yellow german dixxy) than the oxford.

Eve Ensler, the American playwright, performer, feminist and activist best known for "The Vagina Monologues", wrote the following about Sarah Palin.


Drill, Drill, Drill
I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she
was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the
claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks. I have
a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it's their snowy whiteness
or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I
have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact
that they live so comfortably on ice. Whatever it is, I need the
polar bears.

I don't like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life
trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence
against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the
Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical. The people
who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of
Feminists.


But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical
to Feminism which for me is part of one story -- connected to saving
the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls
options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence
and war.

I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one of the most dangerous
choices of my lifetime, and should this country chose those
candidates the fall-out may be so great, the destruction so vast in
so many areas that America may never recover. But what is equally
disturbing is the impact that duo would have on the rest of the
world. Unfortunately, this is not a joke. In my lifetime I have
seen the clownish, the inept, the bizarre be elected to the
presidency with regularity.

Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor.
In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets
better or evolves. She does not believe in global warming. The
melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the
pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God's plan. She is
fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The
earth, in Palin's view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves
and the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to
be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As
she said herself of the Iraqi war, "It was a task from God."

Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion. She does not believe women
who are raped and incested and ripped open against their will should
have a right to determine whether they have their rapist's baby or
not.

She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control. I
imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence and we know how many
babies that makes.

Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking. From what I gather she
has tried to ban books from the library, has a tendency to dispense
with people who think independently. She cannot tolerate an
environment of ambiguity and difference. This is a woman who could
and might very well be the next president of the United States. She
would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth.

Sarah believes in guns. She has her own custom Austrian hunting
rifle. She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip. She has shot
hundreds of wolves from the air.


Sarah believes in God. That is of course her right, her private
right. But when God and Guns come together in the public sector, when
war is declared in God's name, when the rights of women are denied in
his name, that is the end of separation of church and state and the
undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.

I write to my sisters. I write because I believe we hold this
election in our hands. This vote is a vote that will determine the
future not just of the U.S., but of the planet. It will determine
whether we create policies to save the earth or make it forever
uninhabitable for humans. It will determine whether we move towards
dialogue and diplomacy in the world or whether we escalate violence
through invasion, undermining and attack. It will determine whether
we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning or invest our money in
alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction. It
will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare or
whether we build more and more methods of killing. It will determine
whether America is a free open tolerant society or a closed place of
fear, fundamentalism and aggression.

If the Polar Bears don't move you to go and do everything in your
power to get Obama elected then consider the chant that filled the
hall after Palin spoke at the RNC, "Drill Drill Drill." I think of
teeth when I think of drills. I think of rape. I think of
destruction. I think of domination. I think of military exercises
that force mindless repetition, emptying the brain of analysis,
doubt, ambiguity or dissent. I think of pain.

Do we want a future of drilling? More holes in the ozone, in the
floor of the sea, more holes in our thinking, in the trust between
nations and peoples, more holes in the fabric of this precious thing
we call life?


Eve Ensler
September 5, 2008

the three blind men and the elephant

There were 3 blind men, who had not seen since birth, and were given the gift from a mahut of going to "see" his elephant. But, because the elephant wasn't used to being handled by strangers, each blind man had to go in individually.

So, the first man went in and grabbed the elephant by an ear. "OH, he said, the elephant is powerful! He is like a great leaf of the forest, strong and large and flat! How great is the elephant!" and, after a while, he left.

The next man came it, and happened to grab a tusk. "OH, he said, the elephat is powerful! He is like a staff of great power. He must have the magic of the ages! How wise and wonderful is the elephant!" and, after a while, he left.

The third, and last man, came to see the elephant. He walked straight into the side of the elephant who was now lying down. "OH, like a great wall is the elephant," said the blind man. He must be able to stop any charge, to control any flood, to push any object. His skin is rough and hairy and deeply wrinkled. The elephant is short and round. How like a large stone is the elephant!" He, too, left.

The three blind men met together outside the mahut's elephant enclosure and began to discuss the elephant. Of course, the discussion led to an argument. The argument led to a fight. Each was SURE of what he had "seen", and felt, and heard while he was in with the elephant. After the fight had come to blows, and words had been spoken that could never be taken back, the three old friends parted.

You see, my darling, God is like the elephant and we are like the blind men. Who is to say which of us is wrong, and which is right And, will we not have our eyes cleared by The Lord on the day of reckoning What if one of us has the tusk, and one the tail, and one the ear, and we are fighting over nothing?

Just a thought...

wandering the streets

was wandering the streets of roath, cardiff tonight
missing my people, worrying

havent talked with my best friend in ages, must be at least 2 weeks...

i miss her

txt her this afternoon to check on her she replied that yes, she's alive and if she weren't i'd know apla den einai poly kala.egw eimai se periodo prosarmoghs. easy on the booze mou kanei...

nai dioti edw to triptyxo einai vroxh-xydia-xenyxtia... tespa

reading this i just fell all my love for her flooding me

i love her so much i couldnt bear losing her she's so important to me

trala laaaaaaaaa

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Why am I crying

Why am I crying oh well...
coz people get my hopes up people let me down
and still I love them the way they are
coz that's the only way they come

coz I don't always know up from down
but I get it eventually

coz I've come a long way
& still have so much to go.

coz I can never go into the same river twice
but there are so many others to cross.

coz no matter how much I leave behind
I always take my memories along

coz I've found true love...
couple of times

coz sometimes life doesn't happen the way I thought...
but better

coz whatever happens I will be allright
&I will hang in there as everybody does.

coz that's life and i'm brave enough to take it on
-most times.

coz there's such a lot of world to see
&your lips to kiss