oh shit, threadless $10 sale!
(i wear guys-medium. what about you?)
Monday, November 21, 2005
so i finished bill clinton's "my life" at the bookstore next to my office today, so i feel a little bit more patriotic than usual, so here's a clip from a spur of the moment speech robert kennedy gave the night of martin luther king jr (yes, jimmy, one of the most overused words in our language)'s assassination, and 2 months before his own:
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly, destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, this poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.
This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family , then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies---to be met not with cooperation but with conquest, to be subjugated and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look on our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community, men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear--only a common desire to retreat from each other--only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this there are no final answers. Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what program to enact. The question is whether we can find in our midst and in our own hearts that leadership of human purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of all. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be enobled or enriched by hatred or revenge. Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land.
(this goes out to racist co-workers.)
stolen from daily kos.
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly, destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, this poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.
This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family , then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies---to be met not with cooperation but with conquest, to be subjugated and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look on our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community, men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear--only a common desire to retreat from each other--only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this there are no final answers. Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what program to enact. The question is whether we can find in our midst and in our own hearts that leadership of human purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of all. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be enobled or enriched by hatred or revenge. Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land.
(this goes out to racist co-workers.)
stolen from daily kos.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
5 random booce facts
1. senior year prom king, homecoming king.
2. sang a song on a variety show in japan once.
3. middle name, thierry, named after grandfather, thi. first name, bruce, named after actor, bruce lee.
4. afraid of giant fish. aquariums give him the creeps.
5. used to be a long distance runner. now he loses his breath if he has to run after his bus.
your turn!
1. senior year prom king, homecoming king.
2. sang a song on a variety show in japan once.
3. middle name, thierry, named after grandfather, thi. first name, bruce, named after actor, bruce lee.
4. afraid of giant fish. aquariums give him the creeps.
5. used to be a long distance runner. now he loses his breath if he has to run after his bus.
your turn!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
got sick again, and i tried everything to get better: the mysterious green french pills my aunt keeps in her drawer, cow heart and stomach soup from the pilipino restaurant down the street (it just closed down because of redevelopment today, rest in peace aida), salsa, chicken feet, and die hard on repeat.
finally fucking went to the doctor, got some cough syrup, and now i'm all better.
so much for creative solutions.
finally fucking went to the doctor, got some cough syrup, and now i'm all better.
so much for creative solutions.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
the end!
hey, go here and watch the end credits to lemony snickets' a series of unfortunate events.
it was a dope movie too, well the last half, at least, that was all i watched. i sometimes like starting a book at page 103, or a movie 45 minutes in, and trying to piece together what happened as i go along. i end up filling the blanks with silly back stories and b-movie calibre intrigue. it's like making up your own detective mysteries to solve, or visiting a new city without any maps or tour guides, just jumping onto a bicyle and pedaling through.
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