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May. 22nd, 2011 | 05:49 am

Sonnet XC Shakespear:

Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.

Hate me if thou wilt, for you are weak,
now while the World is weak, cowardly fools
who hide behinjd faulse words excuses and broadcasts,
shallow cowards to drift and block mankind's path
with their petty greed,
foul omens and ill winds to blow all courses,

Corrupt power structure to writhe in fear and hide itself behind lies
deception, deceit, cowards with a thousand ready made lies
so when the World shall awake from delusion & know and see and hear
the turth as shall ring Free, once again civil strength shall stand against corruption.

And other foes and petty foes which now seem foe,
shall fall as the silent rain apon themselves
and still seem soe.

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Jan. 3rd, 2011 | 09:19 am

another year is here! :D

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Oct. 14th, 2010 | 09:36 am

http://www.lauradekker.nl/English/Home.html

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Oct. 14th, 2010 | 09:00 am

"I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation." George Bernard Shaw

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Oct. 11th, 2010 | 11:37 am

jogging yesterday, ran about 4 miles or so, did pull ups, some guy said amazing after seeing me do 40 non-stop, hahahaha! :DDD

went to bed early and slept at least 12hours -.- zzzzzzZZZ

gaslight: (UK, slang) To manipulate someone psychologically such that they question their own sanity. It comes from the 1944 movie Gaslight, in which sweet heiress Ingrid Bergman marries creepy Charles Boyer, who hopes to get her inheritance by driving her insane.

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Oct. 9th, 2010 | 09:15 pm



ran 7 miles, did 42 pull ups, and a couple sets of 30. some abs. took some pictures of the blue angels and every one out watching while I was out running, and stopped for some of the pictures.

they were flying so close I temporarilly lost hearing in one ear for a while after some of the passes, taking the picture below I think they were about 20 or 30 feet above us, really amazing!




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Oct. 6th, 2010 | 06:49 pm

beautiful young girl asking me where the closest freeway heading north is, I say right here, this road right here. i was almost falling asleep in the laundry mat as the afternoon started to end. totally shatters my train of thought. even here, in a city where I can count a dozen destitute or dsplaced or homeless or what ever you call these lost people, and walking 15 minutes I can count a hundred of them, in thirty minutes of walking towars the center of town, i can count several hundred. and she was gone very quickly before i could even ask her why she was heading north, or where she was from, or what was going on. a beautiful young girl, she seemed to be wandering with a small bag of shower stuff and no coat.

yesterday i ran 8 miles.

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May. 31st, 2010 | 12:25 pm

blah-- twitter and facebook and life and everything nearly made me forget about lj. :( baaaack

plus my hair is short short short and yesterday I swam about a hundred laps in the pool, and the day before i ran 6 miles and did 32 pull ups in one set, as well as a half dozen other sets.

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Apr. 3rd, 2010 | 08:22 pm

cut my hair short last week. everybody likes it, even me. pictures to follow. work is slow and sucks, job hunting for a real job. nothing else to do but sleep and sail. lovely sunny days and good winds. Zzzzzz...

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A WIND-STORM IN THE FORESTS by John Muir

Mar. 23rd, 2010 | 10:17 pm

"The mountain winds, like the dew and the rain, sunshine and snow, are measured and bestowed with love on the forests to develop their strength and beauty. However restricted the scope of other forest influences, that of the winds is universal. The snow bends and trims the upper forests every winter, the lightning strikes a single tree here and there, while avalanches mow down thousands at a swoop as a gardener trims out a bed of flowers. But the winds go to every tree, fingering every leaf and branch and furrowed bole; not one is forgotten; the Mountain Pine towering with outstretched arms on the rugged buttresses of the icy peaks, the lowliest and most retiring tenant of the dells; they seek and find them all, caressing them tenderly, bending them in lusty exercise, stimulating their growth, plucking off a leaf or limb as required, or removing an entire tree or grove, now whispering and cooing through the branches like a sleepy child, now roaring like the ocean; the winds blessing the forests, the forests the winds, with ineffable beauty and harmony as the sure result.
... One of the most beautiful and exhilarating storms I ever enjoyed in the Sierra occurred in December, 1874, when I happened to be exploring one of the tributary valleys of the Yuba River. The sky and the ground and the trees had been thoroughly rain-washed and were dry again. The day was intensely pure, one of those incomparable bits of California winter, warm and balmy and full of white sparkling sunshine, redolent of all the purest influences of the spring, and at the same time enlivened with one of the most bracing wind-storms conceivable. Instead of camping out, as I usually do, I then chanced to be stopping at the house of a friend. But when the storm began to sound, I lost no time in pushing out into the woods to enjoy it. For on such occasions Nature has always something rare to show us, and the danger to life and h'mb is hardly greater than one would experience crouching deprecatingly beneath a roof.
... Toward midday, after a long, tingling scramble through copses of hazel and ceanothus, I gained the summit of the highest ridge in the neighborhood; and then it occurred to me that it would be a fine thing to climb one of the trees to obtain a wider outlook and get my ear close to the ^Eolian music of its topmost needles. But under the circumstances, the choice of a tree was a serious matter. One whose instep was not very strong seemed in danger of being blown down, or of being struck by others in case they should fall; another was branchless to a considerable height above the ground, and at the same tune too large to be grasped with arms and legs in climbing; while others were not favorably situated for clear views. After cautiously casting about, I made choice of the tallest of a group of Douglas Spruces that were growing close together like a tuft of grass, no one of which seemed likely to fall unless all the rest fell with it. Though comparatively young, they were about 100 feet high, and their lithe, brushy tops were rocking and swirling in wild ecstasy. Being accustomed to climb trees in making botanical studies, I experienced no difficulty in reaching the top of this one, and never before did I enjoy so noble an exhilaration of motion. The slender tops fairly flapped and swished in the passionate torrent, bending and swirling backward and forward, round and round, tracing indescribable combinations of vertical and horizontal curves, while I clung with muscles firm braced, like a bobolink on a reed."

excerpts of what I was reading while doing laundry today. you can find the full story here:

http://books.google.com/books?id=6ds6tk_jUTcC&pg=PA58&lpg=PA58&dq=%22The+mountain+winds,+like+the+dew+and+the+rain,+sunshine+and+snow&source=bl&ots=FtimlQxa8f&sig=-8EzkRdF-4cMhwkXnRUwp4opcCw&hl=en&ei=8pKpS4j3LYW-sgOmraGDAw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CAYQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=%22The%20mountain%20winds%2C%20like%20the%20dew%20and%20the%20rain%2C%20sunshine%20and%20snow&f=false

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