cause not all clowns are scary
9/18/09
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Loonette the Clown --The Big Comfy Couch
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“I want to see flowers in your hair”/There is no status quo
9/7/09
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This has nothing to do with that. This blogposttitle has nothing to do with the actual post, and thats the theme for today apparently. Don’t wander off,I’ll explain.
Today Pakistan voted. I also voted.
These words, the bold, the italics, the capitals, can not communicate the sheer joy, liberation, empowerment that followed my depositing the ballots. I thought of the suffragist movement of elementary school textbooks and how those women must have felt when they won the right to vote, imagine, just the right itself!! I fulfilled what I believe was my duty,and that feels good, to put it plainly.
I also spoke with many, friends and family, Pakistanis who were in varying states of belief, disbelief, apathy, optimism and concern. To those who said that their chance to vote was robbed because the Voter Registration Form wasn’t presented to them, I wish them a social conscience and proactivity or they are sure to suffer in the long run. When information is everywhere, in the newspapers, on tv, and accessible via internet (yes where you go for Facebook) and you as an adult somehow do not gain from it, it is no one’s fault but your own. I don’t like this word ‘fault’ though, stinks of pessimism and finger-pointing, which is quite unproductive. Instead I’d use ‘accountable’, so if your voter’s registration was not up-to-date, you are accountable.
Accountability, now thats a loaded word for a day as heavy with bloodshed and chaos as Election day has been so far, but it fits. Progress is only possible if one is willing to accept and be accountable for all that falls under one’s jurisdiction. Yes, there has been violence too horrid to recount, despicable acts of sabotage in and around polling stations, there is no denying those facts. Being accountable demands taking ownership of the causes; lack of proper security measures, or excruciating poverty that compells people to tamper the voting processs for rupees onethousand plus.
(Originally posted on February 18,2008)
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Let me sometimes dance with you
Words
Out of us all
That make rhymes
Will you choose
Sometimes -
As the winds use
A crack in a wall
Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain
To whistle through -
Choose me,
You English words?
I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer:
Strange as the races
Of dead and unborn:
Strange and sweet
Equally,
And familiar,
To the eye,
As the dearest faces
That a man knows,
And as lost homes are:
But though older far
Than oldest yew, -
As our hills are, old, -
Worn new
Again and again:
Young as our streams
After rain:
And as dear
As the earth which you prove
That we love.
Make me content
With some sweetness
From Wales
Whose nightingales
Have no wings, -
From Wiltshire and Kent And Herefordshire, -
And the villages there, -
From the names, and the things
No less.
Let me sometimes dance
With you,
Or climb
Or stand perchance
In ecstasy,
Fixed and free
In a rhyme,
As poets do.
Edward Thomas
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Advice to a 14 years old me
9/3/09
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I got this idea from a 20 something forum question, which asks 'If you can talk to yourself 10 years ago, what would you say?'.
Here is my reply:
Pray more, find your center.
Take more chances--break rules-thats what they are for!
Make more friends--even if a few drift away--you'll feel less lonely in the future.
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