May 6, 2009

A long overdue posting -kerb

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March 2, 2009
Unforgivable
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February 24, 2009

A collaborative effort.  Song by Ben.  Images by Jeff.

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February 23, 2009
The Thomas Jefferson Hour - A lifestyle
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February 17, 2009

Watch me hit this drive…

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February 11, 2009

Definitely worth checking out from about 1 hour and 10 minutes on.  Pretty impassioned speech by the mayor of Newark, Corey Booker.

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February 10, 2009
Happy Birthday Ricky, even if it is a few months late. http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/4505416a10.html You are beautiful, no matter what they say. -kerb

Happy Birthday Ricky, even if it is a few months late.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/4505416a10.html

You are beautiful, no matter what they say. -kerb

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February 7, 2009
“

Newcastle’s Geordie fans come with all the assorted jokes. They’re louts, lardos and drunkards. When shirtless, it’s hard to tell the men from the women. They are probably unemployed. They support their team beyond all reason on message boards. But, they are true, passionate fans – you would have to be to root for Newcastle. They would be pathetic and heartbroken.

Spurs fans are abusive, racist and homophobic, which is marginally worse than Newcastle’s Mido-directed malevolence. What edges the judgment toward them is expectation. Spurs spent heavily in the summer, forcing fans into the delusion of a Champions League place. For Tottenham fans to travel from those heights to relegation in nine months would be catastrophic, and amusing for those not involved.”

“Who would you rather see relegated: Newcastle or Tottenham?”

http://www.epltalk.com/who-would-you-rather-see-relegated-tottenham-or-newcastle/4285

Hard to disagree.  Howay the toon! -kerb

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February 6, 2009

This is insane.  -kerb

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What could have been.  Pianos. -kerb

What could have been.  Pianos. -kerb

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-kerb

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“For fifteen centuries we have been wrestling with Thy freedom, but now it is ended and over for good. Dost Thou not believe that it’s over for good? Thou lookest meekly at me and deignest not even to be wroth with me. But let me tell Thee that now, to-day, people are more persuaded than ever that they have perfect freedom, yet they have brought their freedom to us and laid it humbly at our feet. But that has been our doing. Was this what Thou didst? Was this Thy freedom?’”  -Fyodor

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February 5, 2009
I like it when I sometimes hit the zone where life dims and blurs past in a swirl of browns and greys.  When they sky is mute and harsh white light washes out pubescent clouds.  All around me people are rushing with purpose.  Their neurons sequentially fire and they develop goals that they pursue with linearity.  What will I become?  Who am I now?  Where is the place I want to be going to?  These are all thoughts that grace our minds at some point or another.  In any case , I know well enough that I regularly lose my own focus in a torrent of plans, musings, and analyses relative to my proximal stimulants.  This is just so. Though I use similar words or think in similar patterns, there exists two distinct scales in which my meta-commentary operates.  Those things which are important to my now (what will make me feel the way I want to feel, i.e. I want a nap, I want a pukka pie, I want to kick a squirrel) and on the other end of the spectrum is a more detached examination of myself as a part of something larger (why I feel the way I feel, i.e. are my thoughts a product of my cultural surroundings? what is my place in nature? why do people love one another? what is aprivilege? what is a right?). In the end, my perspective is self-centric despite curious attempts to see the world as others do.  The majority of these attempts merely fill in blanks of prefabricated thought templates.  As an example, if I want to imagine life as a professional athelete, I will consider the benefits and negatives of strength, fame, adulation, temptation, and responsibility while ignoring the humanity that this template must exist on.  With learned, rational thought I flesh out benefits and the drawbacks of this life, but here my rationality betrays the attempt for life is no stranger to irrationality.  It is a gradient of stimuli, responses and murky realizations.  There is no set form of love, sadness, awareness - they are constant fluxes across peoples and within a person.  It is more often that approximations of these basic motivators come to dominate and distract the attentions of man.  Love has developed rules.  Hatred is a social tool.  Awareness is limited by our ability to communicate it. Until I die I will prod these essences without finding them, even if I trick myself into believing I have.  That, if nothing else, is beauty.  -kerb

I like it when I sometimes hit the zone where life dims and blurs past in a swirl of browns and greys.  When they sky is mute and harsh white light washes out pubescent clouds.  All around me people are rushing with purpose.  Their neurons sequentially fire and they develop goals that they pursue with linearity.  What will I become?  Who am I now?  Where is the place I want to be going to?  These are all thoughts that grace our minds at some point or another.  In any case , I know well enough that I regularly lose my own focus in a torrent of plans, musings, and analyses relative to my proximal stimulants.  This is just so.

Though I use similar words or think in similar patterns, there exists two distinct scales in which my meta-commentary operates.  Those things which are important to my now (what will make me feel the way I want to feel, i.e. I want a nap, I want a pukka pie, I want to kick a squirrel) and on the other end of the spectrum is a more detached examination of myself as a part of something larger (why I feel the way I feel, i.e. are my thoughts a product of my cultural surroundings? what is my place in nature? why do people love one another? what is aprivilege? what is a right?).

In the end, my perspective is self-centric despite curious attempts to see the world as others do.  The majority of these attempts merely fill in blanks of prefabricated thought templates.  As an example, if I want to imagine life as a professional athelete, I will consider the benefits and negatives of strength, fame, adulation, temptation, and responsibility while ignoring the humanity that this template must exist on.  With learned, rational thought I flesh out benefits and the drawbacks of this life, but here my rationality betrays the attempt for life is no stranger to irrationality.  It is a gradient of stimuli, responses and murky realizations.  There is no set form of love, sadness, awareness - they are constant fluxes across peoples and within a person.  It is more often that approximations of these basic motivators come to dominate and distract the attentions of man.  Love has developed rules.  Hatred is a social tool.  Awareness is limited by our ability to communicate it.

Until I die I will prod these essences without finding them, even if I trick myself into believing I have.  That, if nothing else, is beauty.  -kerb

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February 4, 2009

This is not today.

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February 3, 2009

Even President Obama is concerned with the weight that Jessica Simpson has put on.  She needs a bailout.

-Ben

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