Friday, April 12, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Irk
"In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create." -- Raoul Vaneigem
make believe
' Tis strange - but true; for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction; if it could be told,
How much would novels gain by the exchange!
How differently the world would men behold!
How oft would vice and virtue places change!
The new world would be nothing to the old,
If some Columbus of the moral seas
Would show mankind their souls' antipodes.
Lord Byron, in the satirical poem Don Juan, 1823.
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Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Annette Funicello - thanks for the memories
Annette Joanne Funicello (October 22, 1942 – April 8, 2013) was an American actress and singer. Beginning her professional career as a child performer at the age of twelve, Funicello rose to prominence as one of the most popular "Mouseketeers" on the original Mickey Mouse Club.
As a teenager, she transitioned to a successful career as a singer with the pop singles "O Dio Mio," "Tall Paul" and "Pineapple Princess", as well as establishing herself as a film actress, popularizing the successful "Beach Party" genre alongside co-star Frankie Avalon during the mid-1960s.
In 1992, Funicello announced her having been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. She died from complications of the disease on April 8, 2013. (read more)
Kindergarten Fukushima Science Project Says it All: “Now tuna fish in California have cesium. YUK!” | #OccupyNuclear
[the report]..focused on the fact that this deadly radiation is now contained within the bodies of tuna and other edible fish in the great Pacific...
Kindergartener, Savanna Urry was busy presenting her drawings, a poster setup, and an exclusively iPad shot and edited video, that all featured the nuclear topic, and focused on a very plain and daunting fact: The fact that deadly, and highly carcinogenic plutonium and cesium isotopes were spewed, and continue to be spewed into the Pacific Ocean to this very day from the world’s first, full blown, (triple) nuclear core MELT-THROUGH (many magnitudes more destructive than a traditional nuclear MELTDOWN because it enters groundwater tables). The project additionally featured and focused on the fact that this deadly radiation is now contained within the bodies of tuna and other edible fish in the great Pacific and beyond.
more/video: Kindergarten Fukushima Science Project Says it All: “Now tuna fish in California have cesium. YUK!” | EnviroNews
anti-nuclear actions, events & links
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Break The Spell
Ever feel that every day life is crowding in? That matters of the mundane are obscuring your view of the enchantment? Life can be complicated at times. If you find mundane issues are clouding your judgement I have a tonic for you :>)
Take a multi faceted cut glass crystal wash it well. Hang it at a sunny window, take note that the crystal is blessing you with rainbows on your ceiling or walls. Use a large glass, rinse well and fill with water. Hold the glass by the crystal so that tiny intense rainbows are held within the water.
As you do this look out of the window into the world, relax and watch as the crystal continues to charge the water. When you feel ready drink the water, sip it, as you do so visualize the spirit of the rainbow in your life. Feel yourself filling up with crystal light. If you do not finish the water keep it with you and drink it through out the day.
You may find that you see things differently in all aspects of your life and the rainbows will continue to bless you with energies that will make your work in the mundane much simplified. Leave the crystal hanging in the window, remember to wash it regularly.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
johnny
Johnny Got His Gun is an anti-war novel written in 1938 by American novelist and screenwriter Dalton Trumbo and published September 1939 by J. B. Lippincott. The novel won one of the early National Book Awards: the Most Original Book of 1939.
Joe Bonham, a young soldier serving in World War I, awakens in a hospital bed after being caught in the blast of an exploding artillery shell. He gradually realizes that he has lost his arms, legs, and all of his face (including his eyes, ears, teeth, and tongue), but that his mind functions perfectly, leaving him a prisoner in his own body.
Joe attempts suicide by suffocation, but finds that he had been given a tracheotomy which he can neither remove nor control. At first Joe wishes to die, but later decides that he desires to be placed in a glass box and toured around the country in order to show others the true horrors of war. After he successfully communicates with his doctors by banging his head on his pillow in Morse code, however, he realizes that neither desire will be granted; it is implied that he will live the rest of his natural life in his condition.
As Joe drifts between reality and fantasy, he remembers his old life with his family and girlfriend, and reflects upon the myths and realities of war.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
We Day and Save the Children
On Wednesday March 27, 2013, some 15,000 middle and
high school students from around the state of Washington are expected to
converge upon Key Arena in Seattle to celebrate We Day. The students who are
attending share one thing in common – they have committed to work on at least
one globally-based service project and one project focused on a local
problem.
This event is sponsored by Craig Kielburger,
co-founder of Free the Children, and represents the twenty-fourth gathering and
the first to be held outside Canada, the home of the organization. Kielburger now thirty years old has been an
activist for the causes of world peace and social justice since a young boy of
twelve. His story is exceptional and a
brief description of his early life follows.
Craig Kielburger was born on December 17, 1982. He gained some notoriety as an activist for
the rights of children around the world.
He is the founder of an organization called, Free the Children and Me to
We. Kielburger comes from Thornhill,
Ontario, Canada. At twelve years of age,
he happened to come upon an article about the senseless murder of a young boy
named Iqbal Masih. This story was to
launch Kielburger on a personal quest that would irrevocably change his life.
Iqbal Masih was a freed child laborer from Pakistan. He had won the Reebok Youth in Action Award on
account of his courageous decision to speak out against and in expose child
labor abuses in his native country. He
came to the United States to receive this honor. This child’s story is representative of the
horrors so many children face in South Asia.
His parents had taken out a loan amounting to 600 rupees (equivalent to
12 USD) from an unscrupulous lender - who was the owner of a carpet factory -
in order to pay for the wedding of their eldest son. As repayment for this loan, Masih was forced
to join other children whose job it was to squat before looms in the owner’s
carpet factory tying miniscule knots in the products destined for world
markets. According to the nature of the
agreement made with the owner, Masih would be literally owned by the
manufacturer; until, the loan was fully paid off. The boy was, in a sense, human collateral for
this loan that in Western eyes would appear miniscule. The “owner” retained the right to “sell” the
boy to another factory owner. As a
consequence, Masih worked twelve hours a day and six days a week.
This horror does not end here. For it was within the factory owner’s right
to add on to the amount of the loan should the boy make mistakes and daily
charges were made for the boy’s bowl of rice.
In addition, severe physical punishment was applied to these young
children when mistakes were made; many of these hapless victims had scars on
their hands and feet as a result of this kind of abuse. Accidents were common as well given the long
hours and physical exhaustion that accompanied this kind of work.
By the time Masih was ten years old, he realized that
he would never be able to pay off the debt which now amounted to 13000
rupees. With the help of a human rights
organization that learned of his plight, Masih was able to escape and go on to
school where he did exceedingly well. He quickly learned to read and write and
became an eloquent advocate for the rights of child workers and eventually
campaigned on their behalf.
Masih’s personal dream was to become a lawyer and use
his profession to help free more children trapped in the same kind of bondage
that severely impacted his life. All his
aspirations were to end in tragedy, however, for on April 16, 1995, Masih was
assassinated in Pakistan while attempting to visit his uncle on bicycle with
two of his cousins; he was twelve years old at the time.
Kielburger clearly remembered reading about this tragic
event on April 19, 1995; this news had a profound effect upon him. He questioned his mother about the story; her
response was that he should go to the library and get more information. The library was of little help, but by the
time he returned home that day he remained extremely concerned about the tragic
story of that boy and the horrific injustice that it spoke of.
This harsh reality that he was suddenly exposed to
through something as innocuous as a newspaper article, seemed to light a fire
in his mind. As a result, he began
making telephone calls to organizations dedicated to such issues. Kielburger was to discover that all the
persons he talked to over this issue that impacted children were adults; he
found this very disturbing. This
apparent awakening in his awareness of the magnitude of this social inequity, Kielburger
describes in the following way, “I’m always fascinated by coincidences, how one
random event can come on the heels of another and together alter the whole
direction of a person’s life.”
Eventually, Kielburger would be introduced to Alam Rahman
from Bangladesh and shared his thoughts regarding child labor with him. Rahman encouraged him to pursue the issue
further. In short order, Kielburger had
organized students at his school and together they formed a group called, Free the Children with the goal of
raising both awareness regarding this issue and funds to help combat it.
Kielburger often wondered why it was that even as a
young boy he was so determined to be involved in such a large and important
issue as the abuses of child labor. His
Grandfather on his father’s side was a German immigrant who arrived in Canada
during the Great Depression (1929-1938).
His life and the life of his family were exceedingly difficult; they
worked exceedingly hard. In a similar
way, his mother’s parents had a tough life.
Kielburger felt that he was instilled since childhood with a strong work
ethic; his parents believed that anything was possible if one worked hard
enough to achieve it. His parents also
emphasized the importance of issues of peace and social justice. In addition, his older brother Marc had a
profound impact upon him and served as a model for him to emulate, for Marc was
concerned about environmental issues as a young boy and became an activist for
this cause.
The Free the Children organization began to grow, not
only on account of the indefatigable energy of the young Kielburger but also do
the upwelling of support his organization received from many of his peers. Many were shocked to learn that there were
over 250 million child workers across the globe, and that, in general, their
working conditions were abominable.
At the age of 12, Kielburger was invited to address
two thousand delegates who were attending the Ontario Federation of Labour
(OFL) regarding the work of Free the Children.
As a result of his presentation, the OFL agreed to pledge five thousand
dollars to his organization. This
initial donation, created the momentum for other groups to donate as well. Free the Children had truly taken off. It is still extant to this day –
freethechildren.com.
Kielburger’s real adventure began when his good
friend Rahman – mentioned above – decided to take a year off from his
university studies to travel through Asia and discover his ethnic roots. He asked Kielburger to accompany him. In this way, he suggested, Kielburger could
meet working children throughout the region.
It took some convincing to receive the approval his reluctant parents,
who were concerned about his safety.
Ultimately, they relented provided that some conditions were met to
ensure their son’s well-being.
After some negotiations, The United Nations
Children’s Fund (UNICEF) agreed to contact their offices in South Asia to see
if they could help. In addition, PLAN
International – a development agency – became involved; PLAN representatives
sought to find individuals in the countries on the travel itinerary who would
be willing to take care of Rahman and Kielburger.
When all these many conditions were met, the
ambitious trip actually materialized.
The two traveled to Dhaka, Bangladesh, Bangkok Thailand, Calcutta,
India, Kathmandu, Nepal, Varanasi, New Delhi, India, Karachi and Islamabad,
Pakistan, Lahore and many other destinations.
In all these various and exotic locations, Kielburger witnessed
firsthand the extent of child labor and actually met with many children who
described their horrific experiences to him.
This remarkable and eventful journey had a definite impact on the young
boy’s life. As Kielburger describes it,
“Shortly after my return to Canada, a newspaper quoted me as saying, ‘I divide
my life into pre-Asia and post-Asia.’ I
still do. The trip had a profound effect
on me, one that changed my life forever.
I would spread the word about the suffering of all the children I
met. I would let the world know that we,
too, are part of the problem. I would
not fail them.”
This remarkable journey irrevocably transformed this
young boy’s life. The extreme nature of
the social injustice endured by children throughout the world that Kielburger
witnessed first-hand made him determined to draw the attention of people throughout
the world , especially the young, to the plight of these young victims and to
help make a change for the good.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Regarding the Cayman Islands and the Phenomenon of Off-Shore Banking
There is a disturbing trend in the developed countries, especially in the United States, in which the very wealthy – the so-called super-rich – along with multinational corporations are using offshore accounts to evade taxation from their home countries. This is phenomenon is referred to as offshore banking. For US-based multi-nationals and private citizens, the usual repository for their capital is the Cayman Islands. These banking institutions are not subject to local financial regulations or local taxation.
This kind of financial activity represents an increasingly sizable portion of the entire global financial system. Current estimates are that as much as one-half of all capital finds its ways to these offshore institutions at some point. The Cayman Islands, as an example, serve as a tax haven for the exceedingly wealthy. In total, tax havens around the globe may hold over one-quarter of the world’s wealth within the accounts of only approximately 1% of the world's total population. In addition, some 30% of profits held by US multi-nationals are deposited in offshore accounts. There may be 3 trillion dollars in deposits in these banking institutions with large sums held in securities by so-called “international business companies” (IBCs). The Cayman island-based institutions are believed to hold 1.9 trillion dollars in deposits and are considered to be fifth largest of such centers. The tax advantages provided by such accounts are supported by the fact that some 25% of US corporations pay no federal income taxes.
Furthermore, according to the “World’s Wealth Report,” generated by Merrill Lynch, approximately one-third of the entire wealth held by the super-rich may be held in offshore accounts. A substantial portion of this wealth resides within the accounts of an estimated 90,000 individuals - .001% of the world population.
There are many disturbing consequences of this global-based trend –
These vast sums of money remove much needed financial resources from national economies and from appropriate taxation in many countries, including the so-called “developed” world.
With a diminished tax base, this puts additional burdens on the middle-class. An example of this is the current pressure in the United States to balance the federal budget by cutting back substantially on the government services provided to the middle-class and to the those in need.
The net result of the removal of a substantial portion of the world’s wealth is to exacerbate the endemic problem of unemployment and the growing unavailability of work paying a living wage. It also takes money away from the essential human institutions that make up the Commons and delays or aborts important societal infrastructure projects and innovations including those related to the global threat inherent in climate change.
In my mind, this problem is a fundamental issue that has serious and unprecedented consequences for the vast majority of people around the globe. It is also representative of a thoroughly corrupt mentality that places the interests of a very few individuals and institutions above the good of humanity. The fact that this reality is widely accepted by political systems on a worldwide basis is sufficient cause for alarm, for it demonstrates the corrupting influence of money and power. It is a sad testimonial to the failure of human institutions - represented by governments - to serve the public good. Without access to a large portion of the world’s real financial assets, billions of the world’s people suffer unnecessarily.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Breathe
HER Grace is all she has,
And that, so vast displays,
One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to praise.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Death Talks - A short story
A
man was on a journey when he saw a shortcut down a dark alley. Dark
alleys were nothing new to this man, as he has travelled through many of
them over the course of his journey.
Neither were shadows, as he has even faced his own, but there was something odd about this one because it seemed to move as he looked at it and it wasn't his.
He paused, sensing something.
"Who's there?", he asked the darkness.
The darkness chose not to respond.
"You might as well show yourself, i can feel you here.", he said to the silence.
"You have become much more aware my friend..." came a whisper from the silence. "There was a time when you were oblivious to me looking over your shoulder.", it continued.
"There was a time when i was oblivious to a great many things around me...now is not that time." The man replied.
"As we both see...long has this meeting been coming." said the whisper on the breeze blowing by him.
"Aaaah...so is it my time then?" The man whispered back.
"Yes it is...so no, it is not...not yet.", was the message brought back by the breeze.
The man paused again while he listened to this.
"Before you were born, GOD knew you and called you by name...You answered that call and followed Christ until you found yourself anointed before 'The Mighty One' and came back with a message...completing 'The Sign of Jonah'."
The messages carried on the breeze continued;
"The greatest of evils have always avoided you because of the light within. Those whom have crossed your path in the past have been defeated, when you turned the other cheek and did not strike them down to make them stop...each one, making you stronger."
"The 'Art of the Warrior' and 'Art of Shen Ku' have served you well.", the whisper went on.
"But now...", the whisper paused and the wind changed direction.
"Now, you are so aware, your will affects their reality...", the whisper said anew. "And they fear their time is ending...as it is."
"Now, they are feeling desperate, and when you turn the other cheek they may not stop..."
Again the whisper paused, as the wind increased in intensity and the Shadow grew, bringing forth words with it. "Then, shall I be forced to act...Only the survivors that are wise, shall learn their failed lesson."
"But i am not in danger now...why reveal yourself?" the man asked, his hand holding his hat to his head, beard and cowl blowing freely.
The wind calmed again and the words again became a whisper as Death drew closer; "It seems senseless to hide now that your senses can detect me normally...normally i remain undetected until their time."
Then the man glimpsed for a moment, a tiny glimmer from under a shrouded hood within the shadows.
"Though this is not the first time for you is it?" came the whisper from within.
"No." said the man thinking back. "No, i remember a few times in my life, even as a child, when i thought i was going to die and seeing you say; "Not this time.", but it was hazy to begin with, and then i'd forget about it because i didn't understand why."
The glimmer passed away as the shadows shifted, but the whisper remained.
"Because of your covenant...None shall end your time before it's time...that's not their call to make." Now Death seemed to engulf him and reform over his other side. "Those that try too hard to make that call, shall find I come for the one calling instead."
The man stood in silence as Death continued talking.
"Because of your covenant...If you fail to turn the other cheek and strike them down before it's time...You will no longer be able to bide a moment for the rest. You must then use the Keys of Death and the Gates of Hell Christ gave you to complete the last half of your journey...till the 'End of Days' and you take your seat as Judge...for it shall be the least that serves as the most to separate the sheep from the goats."
The man's head dropped. "Can you tell whether i win their hearts and convince them to stop before it's too late?"
"No." Death stated, as a matter of fact. "Free Will keeps the options open. People have until their last breath to save themselves, but most still wait until their next one to start...though it may not be coming."
The wind died down, but the whisper did not.
"The longer you walk, the greater your chances...But the further you are from them, the less they understand you. The more you seek to help them, the more they seek to kill you...It is a fine balance indeed, not an easy journey."
"No...but one worth walking." The man said, as his head raised up again to look Death in the eyes. "The further they are from me when they do understand, only brings them closer. Then the ones still further away can begin to see the light...and every one i can get to go through the doors i stand before is a victory...because i am, the last."
Here, the man paused again, as a tear rolled from his eye carrying the weight of his next words. "Though i will weep for any who did not listen, they will also be tears of joy for the ones who did."
Neither were shadows, as he has even faced his own, but there was something odd about this one because it seemed to move as he looked at it and it wasn't his.
He paused, sensing something.
"Who's there?", he asked the darkness.
The darkness chose not to respond.
"You might as well show yourself, i can feel you here.", he said to the silence.
"You have become much more aware my friend..." came a whisper from the silence. "There was a time when you were oblivious to me looking over your shoulder.", it continued.
"There was a time when i was oblivious to a great many things around me...now is not that time." The man replied.
"As we both see...long has this meeting been coming." said the whisper on the breeze blowing by him.
"Aaaah...so is it my time then?" The man whispered back.
"Yes it is...so no, it is not...not yet.", was the message brought back by the breeze.
The man paused again while he listened to this.
"Before you were born, GOD knew you and called you by name...You answered that call and followed Christ until you found yourself anointed before 'The Mighty One' and came back with a message...completing 'The Sign of Jonah'."
The messages carried on the breeze continued;
"The greatest of evils have always avoided you because of the light within. Those whom have crossed your path in the past have been defeated, when you turned the other cheek and did not strike them down to make them stop...each one, making you stronger."
"The 'Art of the Warrior' and 'Art of Shen Ku' have served you well.", the whisper went on.
"But now...", the whisper paused and the wind changed direction.
"Now, you are so aware, your will affects their reality...", the whisper said anew. "And they fear their time is ending...as it is."
"Now, they are feeling desperate, and when you turn the other cheek they may not stop..."
Again the whisper paused, as the wind increased in intensity and the Shadow grew, bringing forth words with it. "Then, shall I be forced to act...Only the survivors that are wise, shall learn their failed lesson."
"But i am not in danger now...why reveal yourself?" the man asked, his hand holding his hat to his head, beard and cowl blowing freely.
The wind calmed again and the words again became a whisper as Death drew closer; "It seems senseless to hide now that your senses can detect me normally...normally i remain undetected until their time."
Then the man glimpsed for a moment, a tiny glimmer from under a shrouded hood within the shadows.
"Though this is not the first time for you is it?" came the whisper from within.
"No." said the man thinking back. "No, i remember a few times in my life, even as a child, when i thought i was going to die and seeing you say; "Not this time.", but it was hazy to begin with, and then i'd forget about it because i didn't understand why."
The glimmer passed away as the shadows shifted, but the whisper remained.
"Because of your covenant...None shall end your time before it's time...that's not their call to make." Now Death seemed to engulf him and reform over his other side. "Those that try too hard to make that call, shall find I come for the one calling instead."
The man stood in silence as Death continued talking.
"Because of your covenant...If you fail to turn the other cheek and strike them down before it's time...You will no longer be able to bide a moment for the rest. You must then use the Keys of Death and the Gates of Hell Christ gave you to complete the last half of your journey...till the 'End of Days' and you take your seat as Judge...for it shall be the least that serves as the most to separate the sheep from the goats."
The man's head dropped. "Can you tell whether i win their hearts and convince them to stop before it's too late?"
"No." Death stated, as a matter of fact. "Free Will keeps the options open. People have until their last breath to save themselves, but most still wait until their next one to start...though it may not be coming."
The wind died down, but the whisper did not.
"The longer you walk, the greater your chances...But the further you are from them, the less they understand you. The more you seek to help them, the more they seek to kill you...It is a fine balance indeed, not an easy journey."
"No...but one worth walking." The man said, as his head raised up again to look Death in the eyes. "The further they are from me when they do understand, only brings them closer. Then the ones still further away can begin to see the light...and every one i can get to go through the doors i stand before is a victory...because i am, the last."
Here, the man paused again, as a tear rolled from his eye carrying the weight of his next words. "Though i will weep for any who did not listen, they will also be tears of joy for the ones who did."
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