Anticon
Rating: 8.0

I suppose Eskimo Snow isn’t a great album to listen to for the first time when you’re consistently told WHY? are a hiphop band. Especially when a hiphop artist lyrically speaks of loneliness, self-doubt and isolation rather than marvel in their own excellence, “bitches”, and how much money they are currently rolling in. The lack of fat beats, and fast melody are the same reason why Eskimo Snow is WHY?’s greatest achievement to date.

Yoni Wolf is brilliantly consistent at pumping out imaginable lyrics that are so often found in hiphop artists. On opening track “These Hands” with “These hands are my father’s hands but smaller, Soaked in paint thinner, Until they’re so dry coming together, They make the sound of resisting each other“. There is the relevance of self doubt that pops up over and again, in first single, the excellent “Against Me” melodically singing “Will I gain weight in later life? And when will someone swing a scythe against me?”

A hiphop genre album is drowned out particularly by piano, glockenspiel and falsetto, over pop drum beats (though crashing cymbals more commonly in triphop exist) and excellent bass riffs. Though not always. “Into The Shadows Of My Embrace” is a fast paced number, infatuated with lonely lyrical expression, and the occasional slang ei. “Cussing“, “I don’t feel nothin’” and “Someone dialed up my line today“.

It’s a contrast for Wolf from is work as cLOUDDEAD (check them out), and this may have you fooled from first listen considering how natural WHY? feel in this genre. Wolf’s lyrical composure brings you back down to earth, mostly on “Berkeley By Hearseback”, kind of sick in imagery, but by the same token it’s the vulnerable beauty in Wolf that makes you look at yourself and appreciate.

Coming soon to a theatre near you: A race against time, as one woman struggles with a small army of USB drives, a Linux distro, and a recalcitrant netbook. Will it ever boot up again?

“All I wanted was to update Flash so I could watch Jon Stewart online! And now I’m trapped in this nightmare!”

In all seriousness, anyone out there know how to install Eeebuntu without involving a shaman or sacrificing a goat? Because I’m out of ideas.*

*Not exactly – I haven’t yet tried to do it from a bootable DVD, largely because I don’t have an external DVD drive. I may go buy one tomorrow and give it a shot.

I know that this isn’t exactly going to be the most inspired post of all time, but there you go.  Sometimes you get brilliance; sometimes you just get random thoughtfulness.

Lately I have been hearing a lot of the same thing: “I really don’t know who you are anymore” in not so many words.

Not in a bad way, don’t take it the wrong way.  But more that I have been getting in touch with a lot of people I had sadly lost touch with.  Also, this came from my father once in the past week.  People who once knew me inside out are commenting on how much I have changed and that they’d like to get to know me again.  Others are assuming I am the same person I was and making me realise that I, indeed, have changed.

This of course spurred on thoughts of “really, I didn’t think I was that different”.  But of course, I have changed.  Just like everyone else has.  I have grown and changed and blossomed and any other descriptive word you choose to put on it.  In some ways I am the same, but in a different kind of way.  It makes sense if you think about it.

So, I have been thinking – At this moment in time, the 23 year old me, after all that I’ve done and all that I have yet to do, if I had to describe myself to someone, what would I say?  I had never really thought about it.  Who really sits down all the time and goes “Hey, who am I?” – The answer is no one.  We all just kind of keep changing and keep moving and people just keep up, or not.  And the funny thing is, our first reaction is to point the finger and say “oh, they’ve changed” or “I have outgrown them”.  Until someone points it out to us that we are, in fact, different.  And we realise that we haven’t really ‘outgrown’ them, but simply changed how we define ourselves to ourselves.

I guess what I have realised is that when asked to describe myself, I have developed a habit of defining myself by my situation, or by the people I am close to.  My name is… My boyfriend is… My children are… My best friend is… I come from a family who…  I work at… How many of us have developed this same habit?

Really, who I am is fairly obvious when I think about it, and none of it has anything to do with anybody else, or where I work, or what I own, or any of that other stuff.  It’s not even about what I like or dislike.  But at the same time, it is about all of those things…it’s about why I like those things, or why I do things that way, or why I reacted to something in a certain way, or why I choose to be friends with those people  that defines who I am.

To be honest with you, I’m not really sure where I am going with this.  I guess it has all just made me think, about how I have changed, and how the people I know have changed, all while I wasn’t looking.

It has also made me think, that there are some people who notice this, realise that they too have changed and make an effort to ‘re-meet’ as it were.  Instead of moving on, they ask “why?” when something happens they weren’t expecting, and catch up.  There are others who notice and mark it up to “oh well, time to move on”, and don’t really care why.  That in itself is change.

I guess this has all made me realise, it is time to see what others are seeing, find the “why” they need to catch up, and start rebuilding the friendships I once adored.

Isn’t this the most irritating fashionable feast on earth? Here in the United “States of America people get together in dread of one-another? How often are you feeling ‘Don’t do this or that, don’t say this or that’ in the presence of those who share Turkey with you on this Holy Holiday.

Religious ritual to grin and bear it, hunch over and let the floggings begin.

I have spoken to so many people who are and have been left out of the holiday circle. Just one or two weeks ago, I met a wonderful woman who has spent the last decade of Thanks Giving’s alone. I misplaced her phone number and I feel very sad that I am unable to call her and invite her to have, at the very least, a cup of tea with me.  Imagine all the people who long for conversation and closeness when you are unhappy with the people around your pumpkin pie, crudités and other fixing’s.

This year things happened in my own life that will give me a first ever chance to be alone on Thanksgiving Day. I survey my mixed array of thoughts and emotions about this turn of events.

At first, I was feeling very lonely, like a tossed aside plastic bag in the long scene in the film American Beauty. The bag has natural gift of lift because of the attributes of gravitational pressure of the air on the lone film thin skin of plastic as a container gone adrift.  I admit to feeling glad to be alone yet not glad.

Thanksgiving is about giving ‘thanks’ to the native people along the eastern shore a few hundred years ago when the first boats arrived. It has morphed into an extravaganza of materialism and meanness. Compulsive 4 AM openings of any of the many discount, department or specialty stores you drive to drag out big new stuff that you want rather than need. No simplicity or grace in this.

Is this a holiday of family and feasting or a time of convention and conviction? Do your friends and family gather and slow down and enjoy one another’s company or instead dump all the saved up harsh words and bad news just when you start eating together? What a hoot! I have been there so often. I remember the early years of my marriage when I had to sit through the In-Laws dripping derision.  There was nothing I could do for the in-laws.  They could never see me as I am. So many people have a hard time as I did. All across this country the same story is playing out in house hold after household.

We are the mass murders of 75 to 77 million turkeys.  Most have grown up in cages where they cannot move. This fact makes me sad.   So if you can please buy your turkey from a local farmer or an organic animal that had an easier, nicer life before coming to your table.  Take a moment to be glad you are not alone, be kind to, and ‘love the ones you are with’. I had a massive dust allergy attack, broke my big right toe and tore my meniscus so I am flat in bed for the next two weeks. My daughter went to the east coast to be with people from her past who she really misses and my son in law is going to his fathers. That family my daughter married into does not appreciate me so they have not communicated to me other than when their son brings me along on one of his errands to visit. What a sorry sight is our American Life where standing on ceremony trumps Harmony.

another great video off their latest album Eskimo Snow, see last month’s “Against Me” live performance.

How long do you intend to play this game? How long until we give up? How long do I need to keep up with your mind tricks? How long do I need to stick around until you say game over? How many times do I need to go over this in my head? How many blog posts until you’re mine?

Why should I stop? Why should I go on? Why you of all people? And why me? Why do we need to go through all this? Why am I looking for a reason to stay? Why am I looking for reasons to leave? Why am I looking for things to keep myself busy again? Why should I keep insisting on complicating things? Why am I doing this to you?

When should I begin to realize that there isn’t a possibility? When are you going to tell me to leave? When are you going to say that you never want me to leave? When will your heart open up to all these opportunities? When will I ever say that we’re okay? When am I ever going to be over you?

What will you say when I leave you behind? What do you want me to do as of now? What reasons should keep me here? What reasons am I really looking for? What do you feel when I say those words? What do you feel when you hear silence on the other end? What will you do when I decide to finally go away?

Who is that girl who will make your heart skip a beat?

I can’t sleep. I really should get to bed because I have to be awake in five and a half hours. Urgh.

It’s Thanksgiving break. I cannot believe this semester is over…I mean, it’s not yet. But after Thanksgiving the time is going to race by. And that makes me sad.

I wished college away. Ever since I started at Texas A&M back in 2006 I just wanted to be finished and out in the real world. I felt so restless and unhappy and thought I would never see the end of school.

But now? Now I’m at the end. Not only does that scare the pants off of me, it makes me regret wishing everything away. What did I miss out on? What kind of friends did I miss out on making because I made the choice to sit in my room on a Friday night instead of going out?

I feel I have remedied that this semester; even just a little. I finally got my feet underneath me, found jobs I enjoyed. I made a few new friends, and my old friends became better friends. Best friends.

So I guess I’m sad because I finally figured out how to be comfortable and content in college–for the most part. I wish I had more time. Even as I type those words though, my chest tightens at the thought of actually staying another semester. So maybe I am ready to move on. I think I’m sad at the thought of saying goodbye to some wonderful people. And I’m sad to say goodbye to my “security blanket.” College is safe. College is a bubble. Especially one like Texas Tech.

Moving to Boston is getting closer. I can almost stretch out my fingers and touch it, feel it. I’m beginning to get more nervous. In fact, I had a small breakdown last week. I started panicking, thinking, “What the F*** am I doing, packing up and moving to Boston? Am I CRAZY?”

And maybe I am crazy. Maybe I’m being hopelessly naive about this entire thing. But I don’t care. I love it when people react to my news of leaving. Most people are so supportive of it, and that makes me feel so much better about it. I had a friend say to me today how excited he was for me that I was leaving and doing what I want; taking a chance. And that? Pretty much made my day. It’s good to be reassured that maybe I’m not a crazy freak who can’t be happy in Texas. Of course, he hates Texas too, so that probably went into his comments.

Enough about Boston for tonight.

My heart hurts, for a few reasons.

I disappointed my parents this past weekend, and I hate myself for it. I don’t want to explain everything that happened, but basically, I messed up. I have never felt so terrible about something in my life. And I don’t know how to rectify it. How do I show my parents how sorry I truly am? I’m terrified about facing them tomorrow.

The second reason my heart hurts is because of someone who has become very special to me in the last two months. I’m sad because I’m leaving, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to see him again. It’s hard. It makes me angry not only because I have to leave him, but because I wonder why I didn’t get to meet him sooner.

I can’t sleep tonight, partly because of that. I can’t stop thinking about everything.

I say to myself each day: “You’ll forget. You’ll forget the boy who made you laugh. Forget the boy who made your heart light, who made your eyes dance. Your heart will stop hurting.”

It’ll happen for me someday. I’ll figure it out. For now? Boston is my true love. It’s what I want, more than anything else in the world. I’m not considering giving it up.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t hurt like hell about it. Cry, too.

Does this hat make you want to martyr yourself? For reasons other than getting swept by the Orioles?

It can be embarrassing to love this team sometimes – okay, lots of times – but part of the reason this blog exists is to help us keep things in perspective and remember to have fun with it, no matter what. Because sometimes it’s easier to see that the grass is greener on your side, Cub Like Us is happy to point out why there are things worse than being a Cub fan.

Reason #47 Why It’s Better to Be a Cub Fan: No one has ever mistaken us for terrorists.

According to Washington Post columnist Al Kamen, back in August, Tyler Allard was passing through security at an Israeli airport. As a legislative assistant to Representative Jim Cooper of Tennessee, Allard was on official business in Jordan and Israel, accompanied by his father, former Senate aide Nick Allard. The younger Allard was wearing a Washington Nationals cap as he waited to go through security – specifically, a green Nationals cap. As he went through security, one of the guards stopped the younger Allard and asked him in an angry tone, “Why do you wear that?”

Now, most accounts of this story I’ve heard wait until the end to reveal the pertinent details, but we’re a firm believer in dramatic irony here at Cub Like Us, so we’ll tell you right away because it makes what follows so much funnier. Green is a color closely associated with the Palestinian extremist group Hamas, and the Nats’ script “W” logo is apparently squiggly enough to be mistaken for Arabic writing. Hence, the offended Israeli guard doesn’t look at that hat and see Adam Dunn, he sees Yassir Arafat. Neither one can field worth a damn, but that’s besides the point.

So here’s where things turn into a really dangerous episode of “Three’s Company.” Allard’s father doesn’t pick up on the very hostile vibe coming off the security guard and launches into an impassioned defense of his baseball team. Keep in mind, the whole time, the guard THINKS HE’S TALKING ABOUT TERRORISTS.

“Good question,” the elder Allard said. “They are hopeless. They desperately need relief. You never know when they will hit, and because their defense is so bad, they suffer more than they can dish out. It’s not rational and I can’t explain why, but we are loyal and we love them.”

Nice job, Mr. Allard, I think you checked off every box on your “terrorist tactic/baseball allegory” bingo card. You win a lengthy detention! Actually, the Allards were subjected to nothing worse than a long search of their luggage and some stern words from one of the security detail: “We do not appreciate your Arab headgear,” he said.

When I was a senior in high school, a bunch of friends and I visited my friend’s family in Alton, Ill., right on the Missouri border. The visit included a trip to the second Busch Stadium to see an interleague game between the Cards and White Sox. Of course, I overloaded myself in Cubs gear. My internal dictionary didn’t yet have an entry for “jackass.”

To the credit of the Cardinals fans I ran into that day, the worst things I was subjected to were a few chuckles and one old guy who appreciated my cheering when Frank Thomas got ejected after arguing a close play at home. I cheered when the Cards eventually lost the game, too, so it was an odd day all around.

We can get a lot of weird looks for supporting our team, but until the day we’re accused of supporting terrorism, I’ll continue to say It’s Better to Be a Cub Fan.

Solamente Dios

Me puede decir

Porque?

Porque me lo llevo

Porque me lo quito

Porque?

Sabiendo El

Que tanto lo necesitaba

Me sobraba mucho tiempo

Pero no

No lo permitio

Fuera de mi alcanze

Se lo llevo

Para siempre

Fuera de mi vista

Porque?

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Only God

Can answer me

Why??

Why did He take him with Him

Why did He leave me without him

Why??

He knew

How much I needed him

My time with him was not over

But no

He did not allow it

He took him out of my reach

He took him

Forever

Out of my sight

Why??

~ caliblue ~

2009/cb

Everything seems so muted lately. I’s always looked like this, I guess I never realized it. The carpets are all a mixed variation of drab looking browns, beige and purple. The walls are an off eggshell with beige mixed into a crinkled pattern. The rich mahogany wood even looks dull. The stairs in both stairwells are all a muted blue color. Every so often a brighter color pops up like the oddly place muted pumpkin colored wall. Cubical are the same dull grey as the dirty concrete outside and the pieces of the building that are tiled are a mix of mucky looking blues. As fall lingers into winter the sky has remained cloudy grey and I realize my large wardrobe colors consist of something of old 40’s advertisement photos. Everything just seems so watered down.

I freaked out the other day when I saw some dinningware. Bright rainbow-colored plates danced across the screen. For once I felt like the people did when the first colored t.v.’s came out. I was mesmerized by the flash of colors which went by names of peacock, tangerine and lemon grass. It was amazing.  I went out and purchased peacock, which amounted to a bright blue. I marveled at this dish set. It was after the shopping high that I realized how dull my life has become. I got excited my dishes. I’m 23 and I got excited by dishes. I don’t think I’m cut out for this office anymore.

It’s now a known fact that teenage girls drooling over vampire hunks have the ability to smash box office records.  Disturbing?  Yes.  Surprising?  Not so much.  More after the jump.

$142,839,137 later, the second chapter in the much hyped Twilight series managed to blow previous opening weekend box office records made by juggernauts such as Spider-Man and the ever lackluster Pirates Of The Caribbean:  At World’s End out of the water, both of which managed to pull in $400,000,000+ by the end of their theatrical run.    Axed Twilight director Catherine Hardwicke’s head must be rolling right about now seeing as how the first Twilight only managed to pull in about $70,000,000 it’s opening weekend last November.

It just goes to show that the combination of Robert Pattinson’s good looks, Kristin Stewart’s horrendous acting and Dakota Fanning dressed up like a teenage girl at an Evanescence show circa 2003 is truly box office gold.

Some thoughts on my mind…Let it shine.

Tuesday November 24, 2009 By Kevin Morrow

Time to heal your mind, open your eyes and know the origin of time. The split of mind from the eternal divine.
Separated, intimidated and sedated from a right state of mind. Grind out the passionate because the ego ain’t having it. It Loves confusion that’s why I speak on it. Creep on it like I sleepwalk a week on it. Not a weak moment in my existence. Make sense out a racist, a pointless attempt. See the mind makes what it sees then will die to make it breath. What do you hate for, because you don’t know where you came from. Dumb, blind, and ignorant, like trying to capture your shadow. Claiming hate is what’s relevant. Can’t escape the truth, the truth’s in hot pursuit. Equipped in a bodily suit, tryna know perfection. My projection has a malfunction. Play the movie of my mind coming, running into restitution. Retribution is not needed. Believe me, Love is what you really wish to be in. Gin and juice cannot reproduce the detoxification of the truth. What’s the use?

Racism is the mental illness within G-D’s children, I feel them, I live them, I breath, I am them. I speak to the soul because I no longer hold deception as a weapon. Blessed when I put on the armor of G-D. Invisible cloak, cause there is no war only lost hope. Dope filled veins with fear tryna cope. On a mental high of illusion though. Lose control and be lost forever. Not very clever to speed in stormy weather.

This is easy for me I say what I believe. In the face of reality I can really see. Insulting my intelligence, but ego is irrelevant, the truth has set me free. I be what I be , that’s why some “think” they fear me. The love is hard to trust when you stuck in lust, tryna bust the same nut like a squirrel in world of trees not climbed up. Confront me how, mass fields plowed, hunger in a lonely child, wild like the king of the jungle to you because I seem real humble.

Afraid to hear the truth so it seems I mumble. Attack my point of view, because it means I love you. And that’s impossible because I you say I don’t know you. But you in me and I in you like my cousin say. Play with the illusions and you will get burned one day. Time to be removing your hand from the stove, don’t need to create a glove when you swimming in love.

Shit, I keep saying things to shake your spirit, when people hear it they they experience what’s beyond the senses. Like seeing new life from beyond closed lenses. All stations go, this is mission control, racism’s a decision, non-element of soul. Spirit doesn’t fear it, cuz spirit doesn’t know it, see it, need it, or hear it.

You can’t separate the TRUTH from the TRUTH. 4

This post is a work in progress.  to be reread and edited many times is my guess.  I do know I still need to add quite a few answers to the question.  I look forward to your criticism and input to improve this post.

I ask the question “Why Do You Tweet?” on Twitter.  I realize that this question has most definitely been asked before, but I was still curious.  What I found wasn’t to surprising and you may also not be surprised, most people are trying to find a connection.

When I say connection it comes in many ways, you have marketer’s, celebrities, news seekers, humorists and much more.  What I did notice was the fact that most of us just want to be heard we want someone to listen to us, the connection comes down need the need of being wanted.  The ultimate need for humanity to socialize.

We all have an instinct to want to connect we go to parties, we go out to dinner or coffee with friends or to meet new people.  This for the majority of the world is all that we need.  But people who Tweet have a greater need there curiosity for what’s happening in the world a crave and in fact may be even an addiction to get more information and to share that information on a huge scale.

Tweeters want to socialize with the world they want to be heard and in some ways want to be celebrities in there own right.  As for why celebrities tweet well it’s to talk about what they are working on, to let fans know, in there own words what they are really up to.  Yes we heard that before, however I have a belief that many celebrities may have a need to connect because they want to socialize outside their own celebrity status. To see a little of the average person and possibly find what’s real.

Here are some of the answers I got and more are to be added.

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1. TheHeartSleeves

   @epwait Twitter is like a wall. You throw your tweets against it & see if they stick or fall into obscurity. 2:39 PM Nov 17th from web in reply to epwait

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2. TheHeartSleeves

   @epwait I started tweeting 2 promote my band, then I found a quilt-ish community of other promoters, we’re all circumventing death in limbo. 2:35 PM Nov 17th from web in reply to epwait

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3. modernsextrash

   hahahaha @epwait because the world is counting on me to. 2:35 PM Nov 17th from TweetDeck

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4. TheHeartSleeves

   @epwait I tweet 2 have audience, however random, for my thoughts & music. It is the easiest way to raise the water level 1 pebble @ a time. 2:33 PM Nov 17th from web in reply to epwait

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5. houstonmacbro

   @epwait I tweet because it connects me to others. I DO have something to say. Not ALWAYS profound, but good enough. #amahighered 2:32 PM Nov 17th from TweetDeck in reply to epwait

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6. theamygrace

   @epwait I tweet to prevent you from taking over the world. 4:07 AM Nov 13th from Brizzly in reply to epwait

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7. uglywebsites

   @epwait i tweet to make up for the ppl too lazy to tweet. 3:27 AM Nov 13th from web in reply to epwait

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8. JustinSxE

   @epwait Because updating my Facebook status annoys my friends. 3:25 AM Nov 13th from web in reply to epwait

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9. Mnmissy

   @epwait I tweet to not only network for a job…but also to meet people from around the globe! Lots of fabulous friendship created here! 1:36 AM Nov 13th from TweetDeck

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10. uglywebsites

    @epwait i have 589 channels-> and nothing good on ANY OF THEM 10:42 PM Nov 12th from web in reply to epwait

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11. uglywebsites

    @epwait (longer)-> keeps me “connected”-> if u’re able to edit out the crap, there’s good “news” on here. ppl tweet about things before the 10:37 PM Nov 12th from web in reply to epwait

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12. uglywebsites

    @epwait I Tweet Because… nothing good on TV (short answer) 10:35 PM Nov 12th from web in reply to epwait

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13. BuzzEdition

    @epwait I tweet because I enjoy sharing unique stories & interesting people with others. Basically, I do it for the social connection ~hugs~ 7:16 PM Nov 12th from TweetDeck

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14. Donrengon

    @epwait I tweet cause I like having an outlet and don’t care who can read my inner thoughts. 9:35 AM Nov 12th from Echofon in reply to epwait

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15. rmilana

    cc @epwait > RT @lammiia: @rmilana I tweet to air my views about topics and engage in interesting discussions. 7:31 AM Nov 12th from dabr

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16. ScottATaylor

    @epwait I tweet to meet people and share information 8:53 PM Nov 11th from UberTwitter in reply to epwait

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17. STYLEMOM

    @epwait to engage, laugh, connect, get news, promote site, consumer reasearch, i’m a chatterbox & a tad nosey, & get the pulse of people 8:33 PM Nov 11th from Snaptu in reply to epwait

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18. rmilana

    @epwait tweet sounds better than bark hehe just for having fun and connect with people 8:23 PM Nov 11th from dabr in reply to epwai

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    2. scarletmandy

       @epwait or else I might just b an attention whore lmao 6:48 PM Nov 11th from mobile web

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    3. scarletmandy

       @epwait because I love socializing and there’s not much of that in a small town lol 6:48 PM Nov 11th from mobile web

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    4. treaclelilly

       @epwait Actually, no. I liked that answer, so I RT’d it. I tweet to talk, kvetch, share, enjoy, sing, wax poetic, muse (no, not the band). 5:48 PM Nov 11th from Echofon in reply to epwait

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    5. CGArticleDir

       @epwait I Tweet to spread Love, Value, and good information to those who might crave it….. 5:46 PM Nov 11th from TweetDeck in reply to epwait

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    6. keeperofdreams

       I tweet to create, intrigue,share, flirt, laugh, tease, and to open my mind… @epwait Why Do You Tweet.? 5:24 PM Nov 11th from TweetDeck

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    7. cheth

       @epwait to connect with liked minded people ( designers) and also to connect with the rest of the world with the power of 140 characters! 5:04 PM Nov 11th from web in reply to epwait

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    8. santasdevil

       Cuz I stopped doing drugs n this is just as gratifying .RT @epwait: @santasdevil Why Do You Tweet? this is for an upcoming blog post 5:00 PM Nov 11th from TweetDeck

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    9. Weaverous

       @epwait i tweet because its a great way to connect, communicate a interact with people across the globe many whom id never have met irl 4:45 PM Nov 11th from Echofon in reply to epwait

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    10. IvySunny

        @epwait Why? Because I want to make new friends. I want to make people smile and laugh. Once in a while, I succeed 4:44 PM Nov 11th from TweetDeck in reply to epwait

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    11. Dan303

        RT @epwait: Why do you tweet? your answe…..[I tweet Because its good promotion for my blog and music. It's also good to chat to followers] 4:21 PM Nov 11th from TweetDeck

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    12. allisonjanney

        @epwait To share, collaborate, and learn from other PR studs, profs and pros. Can’t NOT do it going into PR. Also super fun/addictive. 4:15 PM Nov 11th from TweetDeck in reply to epwait

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    13. OhioSteelerGirl

        @epwait It gives you an opportunity to “meet” people you would most likely never know. 3:58 PM Nov 11th from web in reply to epwait

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    14. verwon

        @epwait Cool! You can take ‘especially men’ onto the end! Have to drive them crazy, it’s my calling. 3:48 PM Nov 11th from dabr in reply to epwait

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    15. purplehayz

        @epwait I also tweet for the conversations and to give and get information 3:47 PM Nov 11th from TweetDeck

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    16. verwon

        @epwait I tweet, because good insanity MUST be shared! 3:40 PM Nov 11th from dabr

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Tuesday November 24, 2009 By Kevin Morrow

Now social conditioning to me merely means how the mind sees reality. How you grow up and the environment you live in determines the values put inside of your mind. It does this until you decide to be in charge. Social conditioning structures things like how we view marriage, sex, relationships, and boundaries of what is acceptable and not acceptable.

The difference between a girl that is your friend and a “girlfriend” is a social label. It’s a conditioning of the mind to recognize the difference between a casual and a not so casual “friend.” What I’m getting at is these things get downloaded into our mental programs of reality.

One of my girlfriends and I got along way better after the energy of a “label” was taken away in our interactions. The label puts the mind into separation, which is a separation from love. Think about this, if you have a conversation with a married person you may automatically close of doors to certain forms of love because you feel that persons love is reserved for one person.

I’m not talking about sex here, or intimate things of that nature. I’m talking about closing the doors to potential mind healing because you hear the label married, and assume that you have to close yourself of to certain types of love.

This is not the case, people in perfect love are responsible for their actions and would be open to all forms of love instead of closing them self off to the possibility. Again I’m not talking about sex, I’m talking about communication.

It’s just been socially conditioned into the minds and it takes an element of freedom away. When freedom is no longer free, things become uncomfortable. You can still talk to a married person and share energy, but that doesn’t mean you have to sleep with them. Sex is not love anyway. Sex is to reproduce, and that’s it. It is viewed as fun because it is the representation of union. Love separated and then combined. It’s an attempt to reconnect with perfect love through the body.

Ever notice though that sex is more mental? Love is not sex, but sex can be love. It’s the separation of mind that creates the labels and creates illusion through its “perceived” separation from love.

Do you know why sex is one of the most dominant urges of the human experience? The reason is it’s a material attempt to reconnect with G-D and perfect love. Separation and union, separation and union, just like the mind has done with LOVE.

WHY DO PEOPLE GET HURT OVER BREAKUPS?

People get hurt over breakups because they don’t understand love. They are trying to make something perfect that cannot be if it’s not perfect love. In order to have perfect love your mind cannot have separation from love.

The mind is creating a social conditioning image of love through the eyes of the EGO. So you build up all these expectations of how “”PERFECT” something should be, and then when it’s not “PERFECT” your expectations are shattered. When expectations don’t live to what you see, your EGO get’s pissed. The only way to support a separation from perfect love is to make you see it through foggy classes.

So you chase something you can’t really see, and you keep chasing because you really think your seeing it. Like a cat chases the light of a flashlight across the floor. The cat can never actually catch the light, because what it is actually seeing is not what it thinks it’s seeing.

When you label yourself as only giving your love to one person, you severely restrict yourself. Once again I’m not talking about sex. The spirit which is PERFECT LOVE doesn’t need sex, and probably experiences orgasmic energy all the time because it’s not separated from reality.

Now if you flip the script and dedicate yourself to be intimately in love with yourself, out of perfect love, then situations of perfect love will be yours to experience. EXACTLY how you believe them to be possible.

Now back to social conditioning

If you look to the outside world to figure out what love is, all you will see is fear. Things in the world pass away, therefore fear will be in the outside world. When you get married you say “Till death do us part.” Strong statement, but death can be of the mind as well. But death can only be of the mind that isn’t real.

Anything real will last, anything not real will pass away. Real love has no boundaries. You see this sometimes in mother child interactions. There are mothers that have unconditional love for their children no matter what they do in life. They see them through perfect love vision.
Nothing can destroy perfect love, but illusions can make it seem that way.

The thing that ego fears worth is death. All EGO is, is the separation from perfect love. So when you fear love, you are fearing the death of love, not love itself. Just remember that love cannot die.

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Tuesday November 24, 2009 By Kevin Morrow

Hi everyone, what’s up?

Funny how I ask that question but I don’t really know your answer until you comment. So comment after you read this blog post and tell me what’s up. Here’s an even better idea, comment what you think about this topic.

I was on facebook and I saw this as a “status update” on my friends page. I thought I would talk about it especially since what I have to say wouldn’t fit on facebook.

So let’s get into this…

Why Are You Afraid to love?

I’ve heard some people say because they are not in control, and as a result they feel the other person is. Let’s look at this from TRUTH. If it is not perfect, unconditional love, it’s illusion. The reason a person would feel like they have no control has nothing to do with love. It has everything to do with fear of love. People are associating love with hurt and pain because they “think” that love can be taken from them.

Love cannot be taken from you. Love is something that is eternal within you, it doesn’t leave. The difference between love and “emotions” is that emotions are created by the mind that separates itself from the feeling of perfect love.

You are the only person that can control your reactions, so thinking somebody else is in control is in your own mind. If you believe things to be this way, that is the way it will be for you.

But check this out…If you love yourself, like perfect love DOES, you cannot be hurt by love. Hurt is the opposite of love and the opposite of love is not real. The opposite of love is an illusion of your mind. That’s why it doesn’t feel right.

Wherever there is fear, there is a calling out for LOVE.

Some say they are afraid of love because you can’t guarantee what will happen in the end. This is also an illusion. You can’t guarantee that you will wake up tomorrow but you still go to sleep. The only thing you can guarantee is that you control your reactions.

Love is not a thought, love is REALITY. This is why everybody seeks it, because they feel they are separate from it. Fears are thoughts. They come from a mind that “thinks” it is separated from love. If you didn’t think you were separated from love you would not have these fears. So the question to ask is, why do you feel like you are separate from love?

If you are afraid of love, you are most likely looking for love outside of yourself. From another person, or valentines day card, or roses, or chocolates, something external that has no real value. The real value of love is internal. That’s why people who love themselves do not fear love. Because they are love.

Think about it…The world is always changing, why would you look for love outside of yourself? It would always change. Your inner beliefs are what make the reality you “think” you see outside of your self.

You are afraid of love because you are afraid to take responsibility in the fact that it’s your fault that you are not experiencing it the way you know you should. This is what causes the conflict. The spirit is perfect love, the mind thinks it’s separated. The two cannot exist together because one of them is not real.

I’m not pointing fingers, I know this to be reality within myself, and this is how I heal my mind.

If I feel like love is outside of me, and I’m not responsible for whether or not I experience it correctly, then I will blame things, people,events, and I will create fear. None of these things are real, they all pass away.

It’s similar to associating success with a car. If you feel like you are successful because of a car, what are you after you don’t have the car, or grow tired of the car. Are you back down at the bottom of the barrel? Do you have to go out and get another car to be successful again.

The more you do something like that, the more you create illusions of reality for yourself. Love is the only reality there is, everything else is illusion. When I say Love, I mean perfect unconditional love. Not the love that is subject to the “perceptions” of the split mind, and the “gratifications” of the ego. I’m talking about the perfect love that everybody is pursuing without even realizing it.

The only way to heal fear of love is to forgive it’s existence. If you can forgive the fact that you see the fear in others, it begins to heal your mind. Once you realize that if you forgive the fear of love in others, you will begin to forgive the fear of love within yourself. This will heal your mind from the false reality that you are not LOVE.

The link below is to The Escape the Matrix Radio Show “Forgiveness is the New Sexy.”

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/freeyourself/2009/11/15/forgiveness-is-the-new-sexy

Why focus on this, professionally and personally:

• The potential
• The already done material in my project
• The fun
• The evolving of my thesis
• The necessity (The market for food)
• The future (“GM” at Science Museum)
• The past (Wars, recessions, cooking revolutions, food history // “In defense of food”/”Den Hemmelige Kokken”, the history of fast food, why women don’t cook anymore from “Stylist.co.uk”)
• The conspiration theories (Governments and manufacturers)

Inspiration:

http://blog.epromos.com/archives/hot_product/

http://www.calvetsupply.com/product/Brake_Fast_Bowl_Large/Behavior_Modification

http://www.streetnewsservice.org/uploads/images/SNS%20Pictures/BI%20Fast%20Food%20cover.jpg

http://creativebrief.thoughtdistrict.com/category/design/

http://ambalaj.se/2009/10/04/barcode-design/

http://www.seriouseats.com/2009/08/the-fresh-label-tracks-food-expiration-dates.html

http://www.heliosdesign.co.za/blog/quirks/quirky_design_inventions.html

http://bibi.org/2007/09/the_italian_food_collecti/

http://www.likecool.com/Plate_For_People_Who_Sit_Between–Design–Home.html

http://www.friedchillies.com/index.php/blog/detail/icedea-tasty-design-you-can-taste/

http://www.1designperday.com/2009/08/08/weight-your-food-plate/

http://www.coolhunting.com/archives/2009/10/papila_food_des.php

http://www.andreavecera.it/food.php

http://pervasiveshopping.wordpress.com/2009/03/19/position-paper-meet-the-food-you-eat/

http://www.eatmedaily.com/2009/06/food-and-the-future-of-it-by-matt-brown-food-art/

http://inclinedtocreate.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/coco.jpg

http://produktdesign.hfg-karlsruhe.de/projekte.php?filter=Studenten&id=451&bild=2284

http://www.suck.uk.com/product.php?rangeID=76

http://wtso.net/movie/91-The_SImpsons_707_KingSize_Homer.html

Members of 4chan, and especially my brothers from /co/, what the fuck is wrong with you? Not really meaning to quote Heath Ledger’s Joker, but why so serious? People this is the internet, it is not srs bsnss.

Alright, to fill you in today I got on 4chan.org and went to /co/ the board for comics and cartoons and started a thead asking who the residents of /co/’s favorite comic book characters are and I said that mine was “Rorschach from Watchmen” (the quotes come in later). And for the first few replies they were somewhere near decency.

However, there were many douchebags who were saying that because I think that Rorschach is my favorite character that I didn’t understand the book and that I’m conservative. First of all, I’m not conservative nor am I liberal, but I suppose that I’m just neutral. Second of all, I did understand the book.

It’s really hard to believe that people can be such assholes, people think before you post. And don’t give me any “If you don’t like them being douhebags than get off 4chan”. I’m not whining or bitching, merely saying that people can be fucking stupid.

TTITN

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I think there are ways to take on other people’s or more precisely other beings karma. But there is a lot of powerful work that has to be done to be able to do that. And most (though I’m not sure all) teachers seem to think that you must be very accomplished in order to do that.

Perhaps what you are saying is that your figurative loosing of your footing with the director as she was loosing her footing with you, caused you to loose your footing literally later on.

Here  is what we need, an analogy: Karma is the most powerful and secret teaching. First one has to have  a very strong morally and ethically centered MIND residing in ones HEART. It starts with being able to see what is going on in the space in front of you that is not cocooned in a body.  Seeing the thoughts and feelings and amorphous clouds who have a jolly or sinister purpose in being in this place at this time.  It is really tough seeing on the person viewer what people are thinking. I recommend turning that insight or pre knowledge off until soul or heart muscle can press double the weight of you and all your possessions. Then you have to face the truth that karma is like a dandelion seed head with thousands of petals on hundreds of stems or perhaps the image of large wide spiderwebs an eighth of an inch space between all 500 levels and the pink  pin ball goes this way and that way hitting non linear magnetic points willy nilly based on choices one has made over the course of a thousand or more years. The precision is amazing and easy for those who have the long view breathing in and out infinitely flowing with the indigo vitality. Wow what a responsibility. So I study and study in the hopes that with enough practice I might be able to see if it was that or this. Though I did come to the conclusion if I had looked at that dagger-ed eyed director and turned on my toe and left with the soundless step of kitten paws I would not have broken my toe! I like your reasoning. smile. A Smile is something special. Agitate the little gray cells most eloquently!

“Don’t ever get so big or important that you can not hear and listen to every other person.”
-John Coltrane