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Hooping and all arts DO mix with politics....

Dizzy — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 17:54:47 GMT

The first time I used hooping and politics was for the 10 days of WTO protesting in Seattle 1999- ever since I have found it to be a very effective form of expression at events like that. What says "Freedom" more than hooping? what says "pursuit of happiness " more than hooping? What is is more all american than hooping ion the eye of the general public? [though most of us know its true tradition is much older and MUCH more divers than that]. Being involve is the first step for an other wise apathetic nation on the road to awareness. What better than fun to get people involved and what better than hooping to bring people into the circle of fun?
If we don't mix art, fun and politics we will always be marginalized and expendable. Look at what has happened to art in schools.
Dizzy Hips

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The Rhythm Keeps me Warm

drogulus — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 22:54:19 GMT

I float with no miseries,
granted be my heart's desires

My world's full of mystery
I listen to the choir

even more than my life line,
Those drums gonna keep me safe

They get stronger all the time
and my heart never needs to wait

The rhythm warms me deeply
the sweet vibrations shaking

Rocking my soul incredibly
Hear it finally waking!

Then tragedy of my life!
my world shatters in pain!

Mortally cut with a knife
cant even cry like the rain

Every piece is torn asunder
My suffering never ends

Even now... it's my thunder
It's my rhythm, It's my friend

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Prophecy

Robert — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 23:02:44 GMT

Your children will never know the tender ecstasies of love, they will only know hate. They will hate each other, themselves, and--most virulently of all--you, for giving them life. They will joyously and spontaneously develop strange new diseases, as well as more insidious ways of spreading them. They will only stay in school long enough to become addicted to powerful, mind-altering drugs, although by adolescence most will be thoroughly versed in the arts of murder and sexual torture. They will kill and maim people of all races, nationalities and religious creeds; people from all walks of life, prostitutes, accountants, cab-drivers, the homeless and destitute.

The worst of their homicidal venom, though, will be reserved for the white men in suits who ran everybody into the ground and destroyed all that was good in their souls. They will fuck them with power-tools then burn them as they bleed to death slowly from their mutilated genitalia. They will fasten them to the ground with iron spikes through their hands and feet so that rats can gnaw them to death at their own leisure. They will rip their eyes out before tossing them from the roofsof talll buildings. They will lay in wait and ambush them as they leave their luxury condominiums and gated communities, the places where they feel safest. What a surprise it will be when they find themselves handcuffed to the backs of pick-up trucks and dragged screaming for miles on end, until they beg to be shot! Their throats will be slit, their food contaminated with the vilest poisons.

Buildings will crumble, and entire city blocks will burst into flames at a mere glance from your children. The President of the World will go on television to declare a state of emergency, only for the entire globe to watch in horror as his eyes explode in their sockets and blood streams from his ears in huge, dark globules. Rivers, lakes and oceans will run red with blood, their surfaces dotted with human skulls. Birds will fall dead from the sky in droves as locusts swarm over what is left of the once-overcrowded metropolises. Terror and insanity will be etched deeply and permanently on the faces of those unfortunate enough to escape the bloody deluge.

And it won't be long before some lunatic somewhere comes up with the idea of money again, so the entire process will repeat itself all over again. And again. And again.

http://fishyarts2.blogspot.com

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The future is now

vicious_kind — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 15:14:42 GMT

And I see that my eldest daughter is a reflection of me. She has much of the same humor, artistic tendancies, failings at handwriting, strengths in math and science and the list goes on.

BUT, I feel like I was forwarned with my own failings in self discipline and have worked to give her the good habits where I had a rough road. And seeing her flourish and grow into her own person is a reflection of both of our triumphs. It just really hits a guy where he lives.

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Who am i

HARI — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 09:21:04 GMT

Tell me tribe have you ever had this feeling deep inside you
Who Am I
What am I
As if you are Adam or Eve and the world is made only for you , and that nobody in the world can understand you absloutely. or even guess whats running around your brain.

Who am I?
What am I?
I feel the world is made only for me
But stuck in this body and not free

Who am I?
What am I?
Life is a drama everyday
Am I the actor marked for the play?

Who am I?
What am I?
Searching for this answer from birth
I feel lonely inside me and on earth

Where is my heart?
Where is my soul?
I can control my emotions
However emotions are out of control?

Who am I?
What am I?
What shall I see on the the day that I unmask?
How will I know myself when I still ask
Who am I?
Who am I?

God my Life should be more clearer
I am yet to find the right direction
Each time that I look in the mirror
I see a different me altogether

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Stock market

HARI — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:11:48 GMT

Once upon a time in a village in India , a man appeared and
announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys
for Rs. 10/-

The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys
around, went out to the forest and started catching
them.

The man bought thousands at Rs. 10/- and as supply
started to diminish, the villagers stopped their
effort. He further announced that he would now buy at
Rs. 20/- This renewed the efforts of the villagers and
they started catching monkeys again.

Soon the supply diminished even further and people
started going back to their farms. The offer rate
increased to Rs. 25/- and the supply of monkeys became
so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey,
let alone catch it!

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at
Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some
business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of
him.

In the absence of the man, the assistant told the
villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage
that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at
Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can
sell it to him for Rs. 50/-

The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and
bought all the monkeys.

Then they neither saw the man nor his assistant, only
monkeys everywhere!!!

Welcome to the 'Stock' Market!!!!!

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Charged?

vicious_kind — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 16:48:43 GMT

I have been charged lately. Talk of newness and exploration, emotionally, physically. It is invasive stuff.

It is good to have the mind racing. It is good for the heart to beat possibilities. Who knows if anything will change? Who knows what will happen? It is still proof I am alive. I hope to draw again today and let all of this energy put life into the colors I use.

All the time,
I
think
of
what
might
be

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Pray, wish, hope, want .................. its the same?

LeDuge — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 18:25:37 GMT

Do you believe that one is more hopeful than the other? Or do they all come to the same ending results? Do you pray, wish, hope or want ?

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Daughter is coming...........

LeDuge — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 17:43:25 GMT

Within' days - it will be our second - yeee-haw. Oh, and our last.

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The New Year

HARI — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 09:17:02 GMT

What did you do on New years Eve???.

Did you plan to make any corrections in your life???

or

Did you make any new resoultions if so how do you plan to achieve it.

Any way..............

God bless you and hope you have a life full of laughter , good health and prosperity.

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Tonight..........

LeDuge — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 17:20:29 GMT

I will be at Betty's Rock Bar in Walnut Creek. Its a friend of mines bar, so come on down.

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Hello all

HARI — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 04:34:44 GMT

My dear Brothers and Sisters of DMOE

May all your prayers come true this Christmas and may everyday of your life be filled with bliss, empowerment and blessings of the Almighty Creator.

Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year

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In need of a helping hand......................

LeDuge — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 01:58:06 GMT

I am seeking someone who knows how to take an idea, patent it and run with it. It is a huge $ opportunity.

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duplicate tribe

BABALOO — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 21:28:21 GMT

you guys are all copies

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I just painted

vicious_kind — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 16:03:40 GMT

a portrait of a dead woman. She passed, so early. She left a son and so many that I love loved her. I mixed the ashes of her remains in the paint. Essentially, I painted her with her. It was a hard piece. My hands shook, when mixing paint.

She was someone I did not really know well, while she was alive. She became a symbol of not waiting to grab the brass ring. She was someone I "knew" I would becomes at least acquaintances with, if not outright friends. When she passed on, I sort of soaked up all the sadness of my friends and it sat in my skull for a long time. This painting did not release it, but it put it to rest.

I'll post it when I can

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A Parable of the Struggle of Northern Ireland...

seosamh32 — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 05:46:25 GMT

The Parable of the Sheep

Not so long ago and in a pasture too uncomfortably close to here, a flock of
sheep lived and grazed. They were protected by a dog, who answered to the
master, but despite his best efforts from time to time a nearby pack of
wolves would prey upon the flock.
One day a group of sheep, bolder than the rest, met to discuss their dilemma.
"Our dog is good, and vigilant, but he is one and the wolves are many.
The wolves he catches are not always killed, and the master judges and
releases many to prey again upon us, for no reason we can understand.
What can we do? We are sheep, but we do not wish to be food, too!"
One sheep spoke up, saying "It is his teeth and claws that make the wolf so
terrible to us. It is his nature to prey, and he would find any way to do it,
but it is the tools he wields that make it possible. If we had such teeth, we
could fight back, and stop this savagery." The other sheep clamored in
agreement, and they went together to the old bones of the dead wolves heaped
in the corner of the pasture, and gathered fang and claw and made them into
weapons.
That night, when the wolves came, the newly armed sheep sprang up with their
weapons and struck at them, crying, "Begone! We are not food!" and drove off
the wolves, who were astonished. When did sheep become so bold and so
dangerous to wolves? When did sheep grow teeth? It was unthinkable!
The next day, flush with victory and waving their weapons, they approached
the flock to pronounce their discovery.
But as they drew nigh, the flock huddled together and cried out,
"Baaaaaaaadddd! Baaaaaddd things! You have bad things! We are afraid! You are
not sheep!"
The brave sheep stopped, amazed. "But we are your brethren!" they cried. "We
are still sheep, but we do not wish to be food. See, our new teeth and claws
protect us and have saved us from slaughter.
They do not make us into wolves, they make us equal to the wolves, and safe
from their viciousness!"
"Baaaaaaad!" cried the flock, "the things are bad and will pervert you, and
we fear them. You cannot bring them into the flock!"
So the armed sheep resolved to conceal their weapons, for although they had
no desire to panic the flock, they wished to remain in the fold.
But they would not return to those nights of terror, waiting for the wolves
to come.
In time, the wolves attacked less often and sought easier prey, for they had
no stomach for fighting sheep who possessed tooth and claw even as they did.
Not knowing which sheep had fangs and which did not, they came to leave sheep
out of their diet almost completely except for the occasional raid, from
which more than one wolf did not return. Then came the day when, as the flock
grazed beside the stream, one sheep's weapon slipped from the folds of her
fleece, and the flock cried out in terror again, "Baaaaaad! You still possess
these evil things! We must ban you from our presence!" And so they did. The
great chief sheep and his council, encouraged by the words of their advisors,
placed signs and totems at the edges of the pasture forbidding the presence
of hidden weapons there. The armed sheep protested before the council,
saying, "It is our pasture, too, and we have never harmed you! When can you
say we have caused you hurt? It is the wolves, not we, who prey upon you. We
are still sheep, but we are not food!" But the flock drowned them out with
cries of "Baaaaaaddd!
We will not hear your clever words! You and your things are evil and will
harm us!"
Saddened by this rejection, the armed sheep moved off and spent their days on
the edges of the flock, trying from time to time to speak with their brethren
to convince them of the wisdom of having such teeth, but meeting with little
success. They found it hard to talk to those who, upon hearing their words,
would roll back their eyes and flee, crying "Baaaaddd! Bad things!"
That night, the wolves happened upon the sheep's totems and signs, and said,
"Truly, these sheep are fools! They have told us they have no teeth!
Brothers, let us feed!" And they set upon the flock, and horrible was the
carnage in the midst of the fold. The dog fought like a demon, and often
seemed to be in two places at once, but even he could not halt the slaughter.
It was only when the other sheep arrived with their weapons that the wolves
fled, only to remain on the edge of the pasture and wait for the next time
they could prey, for if the sheep were so foolish once, they would be so
again. This they did, and do still.
In the morning, the armed sheep spoke to the flock, and said, "See? If the
wolves know you have no teeth, they will fall upon you.
Why be prey?
To be a sheep does not mean to be food for wolves!" But the flock cried out,
more feebly for their voices were fewer, though with no less terror,
"Baaaaaaaad! These things are bad! If they were banished, the wolves would
not harm us! Baaaaaaad!" So they resolved to retain their weapons, but to
conceal them from the flock; to endure their fear and loathing, and even to
protect their brethren if the need arose, until the day the flock learned to
understand that as long as there were wolves in the night, sheep would need
teeth to repel them.

They would still be sheep, but they would not be food!
1997 Charles Riggs
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One of the best arguments : read on

HARI — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 13:38:32 GMT

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.
He asks one of his new students to stand and.....

Prof: So you believe in God?

Student: Absolutely, sir.

Prof :: Is God good?

Student: Sure.

Prof: Is God all-powerful?

Student :: Yes.

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.

Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?

(Student is silent.)

Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?

Student: Yes.

Prof: Is Satan good?

Student : No.

Prof: Where does Satan come from?

Student: From...God...

Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?

Student: Yes.

Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?

Student: Yes.

Prof: So who created evil?

(Student does not answer.)

Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?

Student: Yes, sir.

Prof: So, who created them?

(Student has no answer.)

Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.

Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?

Student: No, sir.

Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?

Student: No, sir.

Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?

Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.

Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?

Student: Yes.

Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist.

What do you say to that, son?

Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.

Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Prof: Yes.

Student: And is there such a thing as cold?

Prof: Yes.

Student: No sir. There isn't.

(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat.

But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that.

There is no such thing as cold . Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of

heat

. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy . Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it .

(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

Student:

What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Prof:

Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?

Student :

You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright

light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?

Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?

Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?

Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it.

Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?

(The class breaks out into laughter.)

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain,sir.

With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)

Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.

Student: That is it sir... The link between man & god is FAITH . That is all that keeps things moving & alive.

NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you'll probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won't you?....

this is a true story, and the student was none other than.........

APJ Abdul Kalam, the former president of India .

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Know my beating heart Lord

seosamh32 — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 04:51:03 GMT

Know my beating heart Lord
That I would surrender all things to you
Even my very life
For what was it mine to give in the first place?
Without You, I am nothing
Dust of the Earth scattered in the wind
It is You who gives all things
I place my trust in You, my King
You bring comfort when there is sorrow
You give life to death; Separate Light from Darkness
All my days would be as naught without You
How can I please You this day, Lord?
What may I do to glorify Your Holy Name?
Even the Angels fall down in Your presence
And cry out; Holy, Holy, Holy art Thou
It was Your Word that created the Universe
You spoke and it became
Such Power; and still You love us
So much that You would give
Your Only Begotten Son
That we might have everlasting life in You
I tremble and shake in fear
That You would ever turn Your face from us
But I know in faith
You have paid the price of our sins
And prepared for us, a place
Jesus Christ gave His Life as a wage
That we might live
All You ask is the choice
Of Whom we would serve
Whom do I serve?
I will serve You
For all my days I will submit to Your will
Knowing I, a man, will always fall short
If not for Your Grace
I would perish daily
How Good are You Lord; How Great Your Mercy
I shed hot tears of Joy at the thought
Of Your Unending Kindness
The Mountains quake in their foundations
At the prospect of Your Wrath
Your Righteous Indignation
I am thankful for the gift
Of my salvation
Without which, all my works would lead to death
I can do nothing without You by my side
Through You, all things become possible
Praise & Glory to Your Name
I bow my face before You
But You lift it up
I would serve You
But You came to serve us
How Great is Your Name?
All my days would not be enough to say

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Wisdomatic thoughts of Chaos

LeDuge — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 15:29:28 GMT

Give us some.............

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Is anyone still here?

LeDuge — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 16:49:25 GMT

Wondering if I should keep up with tribe or go back into hiding.

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Has anyone been

vicious_kind — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 23:16:03 GMT

to the Temple on the Playa?

I have never seen a place that had emotion draped about itself. It was like a physical thing. One would walk into the temple and be hit with such sadness and comfort.

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Way behind - but I am back

LeDuge — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 15:23:55 GMT

How r you all?

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A Senior Moment

HARI — Mon, 20 Aug 2007 09:29:48 GMT

check this out

A Senior Moment
A very self-important college freshman attending a recent football game,
took it upon him self to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him
why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his
generation. "You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive
one." The student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear. "We,
the young people of today, grew up with television, jet planes, space
travel, men walking on the moon, our spaceships have visited Mars. We have
nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with high speed
processing and...," pausing to take another drink of beer.

The Senior took advantage of the break in the student's litany and said,
"You're right, son. We didn't have those things when we were young........
so we invented them. Now, you arrogant little sh*t, what are you doing for
the next generation?"

The applause was resounding. I love senior citizens.

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Poetry

vicious_kind — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 16:05:43 GMT

I never really studied poetry intensely. In fact, never much at all. So when I was given the assignment to read a poem a day for 5 days I started looking. Khalil Gabran, Keets, E E Cummings, Neruda. These all spoke to me. It is funny that I have a friend whose gifts from me always seem like gifts to me. All the efforts are rewarded in a manner that could not have been greater if I was only efforting on my own behalf.

So, who do you think I have missed? Given the skills of those I have mentioned, where would you steer me?

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Believe it or not

HARI — Sat, 11 Aug 2007 05:26:31 GMT

"Believe nothing just because a so-called wise person said it.

Believe nothing just because a belief is generally held.

Believe nothing just because it is said in ancient books.

Believe nothing just because it is said to be of divine origin.

Believe nothing just because someone else believes it.

Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true."

Gautama Buddha

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SLOW DOWN CULTURE ...

HARI — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:55:40 GMT

This is a mail I recevied from my friend .... I quote
An interesting reflection: Slow Down Culture
It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant.
It's a rule.
Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to posses a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with
the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results.

Said in another words:
1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil.
2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.
3. Stockholm , has 500,000 people.
4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renowned companies.

The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We
would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). The first day, I didn't say anything, either the second or third. One morning I asked, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot." To which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don't you think so?" Imagine my face.

Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe named Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week.
Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and "craziness" generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of "having in quantity" (life status) versus "having with quality", "life quality" or the quality of being".

French people, even though they work only 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 29 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US's attention, pupils of the fast and the "do it now!". This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, perfection, with more attention to detail and less stress. It means reducing rejects and wastage. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time. Taking the "now", present and concrete, versus the "global", undefined and anonymous future. It means taking humans' essential values, the simplicity of living. It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do.

It's time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of spirit.
In the movie, Scent of a Woman, there's a scene where Al Pacino asks a girl to dance and she replies, "I can't, my boyfriend will be here any minute now". To which Al responds, "A life is lived in an instant". Then they dance to a tango. Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans".
Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many who will have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalized world

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decision making

HARI — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 13:41:07 GMT

I happen to post this earlier .......

I feel many a times using our gut instincts can be very helpful in decision making. Honestly I almost never take a plunge into anything without considering it over twice, or even thrice ……..Still sometimes we are too emotionally connected to the situation to see clearly all the details involved in making a wise decision , am I right???,

We may have made some poor choices in life , but along with those choices I am sure we would have come across challenges and opportunities that we would not have experienced otherwise.

Making the decision itself, is more of trying to move past the fear of making a wrong choice, don’t you agree??. We don’t know or can't know what all the future holds for us thus whatever decisions we make , positive or negative , only destiny decides if it is a wise decision.

I think it was Roosevelt who said “One thing is sure. We have to do something. We have to do the best we know how at the moment... if it doesn't turn out right, we can modify it as we go along”

By the way ...How good a decision maker are you ??

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CHINESE PROVERBS

HARI — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 10:02:45 GMT

I happen to recevie this from my cousin in Hong kong , thought I will share it with you,

CHINESE PROVERBS

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Virginity like bubble, one prick, all gone.

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Be not afraid of toking slowly, be afraid only of standing still.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Man who run in front of car get tired.

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A pothead mind is like a open book; just a pile of books

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Man who run behind car get exhausted.

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Man with hole in pocket feel cocky all day.

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Foolish man give wife grand piano, wise man give wife upright organ.

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Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok.

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Man with one chopstick go hungry.

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Man who scratch ass should not bite fingernails.

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Man who eat many prunes get good run for money.

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Baseball is wrong: man with four balls cannot walk.

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Panties not best thing on earth! But next to best thing on earth

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War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Wife who put husband in doghouse soon find him in cat house.

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Man who fight with wife all day get no piece at night.

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It take many nails to build crib, but one screw to fill it.

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Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*

Man who stand on toilet is high on pot.

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Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement.

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Man who fish in other man's well often catch crabs.

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Man who fart in church sit in own pew.

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Crowded elevator smell different to midget.

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If you have never done anything evil to girl , you should not be worrying about your wifes knock at your door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

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Quick Check for Alzheimer's

HARI — Fri, 11 May 2007 15:46:13 GMT

Quick Check for Alzheimer's
The following was developed as a mental age
assessment by the School of Psychiatry at Harvard University.
Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake. The average person over 40 years of age cannot do it!

1. This is this cat.
2. This is is cat.
3. This is how cat.
4. This is to cat.
5. This is keep cat.
6. This is an cat.
7. This is old cat.
8. This is fart cat.
9. This is busy cat.
10. This is for cat.
11. This is forty cat.
12. This is seconds cat.

Now go back and read the third word in each
line from the top down and get the results !

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How Weird!

mojoboychris — Wed, 09 May 2007 15:51:58 GMT

Hi everybody!

It's been forever since I visited here, let alone logged onto tribe. I started a new job back in Sept. that was supposed to be a 3 day work week kinda gig. I ended up being there 7 days a week / 15 hours a day, gave up my social life and much of my photography. Then at the end of March I was hit by a prostate gone wild, and I've been out of commission since. I'm going through more tests today, and still hoping for the best. I think they're close to pinpointing the condition, then the rest is down hill from there baby! So, I'm at home a lot these days. I was cooped up in my apartment for weeks. I heard about the How Weird Street Faire literally about an hour before it started. I hadn't heard of it before, and since I had been cooped up for weeks here I said F@#K it, I'm getting out for a little while. I grabbed my camera and even though I had to take it pretty slow, I still managed to get some really great shots. It felt SO good to be outside amongst people - especially my favorite kind: freaky people - AND to be behind my camera. It feels like it's been forever since I did any kind of real shooting. But hey, now that I'm home a lot again, and able to actually sit upright, maybe I'll log on a lot more this time around. If you get a chance, go check out the pictures of the faire.

How Weird Street Faire, May 6, 2007 - http://galleries.fotomojosm.com/gallery/2813192#150307587

If you want to see the other stuff I've been up to before I was knocked on my ass by a prostate gone wild, you can see them at

http://galleries.fotomojosm.com

I love receiving comments on my pictures, so if you see something you like, please leave me a comment. It brightens my day, lifts my spirits and I love to hear what people think of the stuff I share with them.

With any luck, I'll be behind my camera a lot again soon, and back to the (bump and) grind; hopefully never returning to that dungeon they call my office. Unfortunately, I can't get out very much to take pictures, and even though I was in some serious pain after shooting at the fair, I can't say I'll ever regret it! It was worth its weight in gold and really did make me feel better at least on a mental / spiritual level. So, the physical is small beans compared to what I got out of it.

Anyway, I hope you're all well, and I will try to stay in touch more.

Best,
Chris Ford (AKA MOJO)

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what's up everyone

BigC — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 21:19:16 GMT

I just joined tribe.net a few weeks ago and I'm new to this community. I play the ocarina, write poetry, dance and meditate to bring up my inner self. I'm really down-to-earth and I would like to get to know you guys.

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If the world lived as one..........

LeDuge — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 23:01:36 GMT

with no borders, no countries, and one large government - would it work?

(Oh yeah Bush is trying to make us that one government - )

But before any government - would it be a lot different - better, worse, or the same?

HARI - YOU GOT ME MOTIVATED TO CHECK BACK IN HERE AT TRIBE OCCASIONALLY !!! THANKS BROTHER>>>>>>>>>>>> w/ a smile and a taste of le gigglebush.

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Difference b/w Guts & Balls

HARI — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 15:52:44 GMT

Over heard during a Doctors party at my club .....

We've all heard about people having guts or balls.
But do you really know the difference between them?
In an effort to keep you informed,
the definition for each is listed below...

GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with
the guys, being met by your wife with a broom,
and having the guts to ask:
"Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"

BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with
the guys,smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your
collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say:
"You're next."

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.
Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome
since both ultimately result in death.

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Women - a morality tale

HARI — Sat, 25 Nov 2006 16:35:19 GMT

This is really a cool read............

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.

But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!
Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.
He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.
He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:
What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.
And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?
What would YOU do?
What Lancelot chose is below.

Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?

The moral is.....

If you don't let a woman have her own way....

Things are going to get ugly

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WritersCafe

Robert — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 15:45:00 GMT

check it out:

http://www.writerscafe.org

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Roll call...........

LeDuge — Thu, 04 May 2006 20:41:09 GMT

Who still visits DMoE?

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Bonds

vicious_kind — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 18:39:32 GMT

So the person I barely knew is not my friend. I went to the ER and waited, at the edge of me seat for word of her safety. (I think she is OK)

Something about fire forging strength into friendship. Friends who you only see and have a decent time with are not the same as those who give and take strength at times of great need. It was a fucked up way to spend a Saturday afternoon, but I would not have traded it, just to have fun elsewhere while this person was in need. I was where I was supposed to be.

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dynamics

vicious_kind — Tue, 13 Mar 2007 21:08:20 GMT

By expanding horizons, we have set each other up for hurt, for self doubt and the possibility of great pleasure. All have come crashing around our ears and we sheltered ourselves with ourselves. Our unity and complete openness cut through everything and we once again travel horizons, smiling, with love.

Our light is the beacon that will ever show us the way home. She is my home.

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Knock ! Knock !

HARI — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 15:54:01 GMT

Knock ! Knock !

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Hallelujah Without Notice

Robert — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 18:45:59 GMT

Aluminum petals gush at the sun.

Yellow swish volition. A held blue symptom galvanizes the city,
reality crashes in barbed-wire brilliance.

Concocted from the stars sipping on
rumour and innuendo. Kiss the knife with
electric zeal.

Talking parasol hiss. A sick border
parlays battered DNA rouge, charred bhangra at
the point of fat, not flat.

Manifold kisses. The air hallelujahs
all the same. Wisps of a special offer
seduced by pure gnosis of flutes riding
open sky, straight-up and molecular.

Honest trickles bear recycled clay disguised as
sperm. Experience gleams in archangel trails of dream,
language recuperated from a jaundice that never ends.
Crackle void blisters this bridge of busy-signals,
pharmaceutical in their intent.

Witness the sneak-attack of serial chaos.

Burnt fantasy scampers away from the
clit of jumping up to get beat down,
stoic verbiage as theatre of
noble frogs.

http://takingthebrim.blogspot.com

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Typical Day in your life

HARI — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 16:13:28 GMT

Would you mind describing a typical day in your life, It is just to understand each other better.

=============

I wake up a 4:30am devote some time to Meditation and Yoga practice until 6:30 wherein ....
... I have to wake up the twins and get them ready for school ( I hate it though) and after a warm shower I have breakfast at 8am with my mother, twins and my wife (her morning is usually spent in preparing breakfast and taking care of my two year old son).

I leave the house with the twins at 8:30 , drop them at school on my way to office, and I walk into my office around five or ten minutes to nine.

Office is nothing but toil away for hours, lot of talking on the phone, meetings , working on the computer, corresponding with my staff and executives etc etc. Lunch will be around 2 pm either alone or offcial .

I depart office around 6:30 pm and reach home around 7 latest . I go the club for a hour moon lit swim and after this, the time is usually spent with my mother ,wife and kids and there is also time for reflection or to do whatever I want before going to bed, which is usually before 11 o'clock.

Quite a boring life eh.....

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Love! Love! Love!

vicious_kind — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 18:46:37 GMT

Painting. More specifically not stopping painting. When you are painting and lose track of time. You look up and see it is late enough where you will pay for it in the morning, but the paint was flowing. Tired, happy, almost done!

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Emotive

Ally — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 18:13:52 GMT

The most emotive thing to me would be a friends attempt at suicide...last week this happened.my friend tried to take her life by over dosing on medication.she was rushed to hospital where they pumped her stomach and then kept her there for a day.i went to visit her today and she wasnt there.i freaked out.later, i was told that she has now been admitted into the psychiatric ward for a time.she seemed to be the happiest person i have ever met..well, i was wrong.i always sensed something was up..but i brushed it aside and became ignorant....i am so crushed.

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Dexteric Movements Of Emotion ...scary still

HARI — Sat, 20 Jan 2007 07:39:36 GMT

Lying down on the grass beside a pond
Laptop in hand , and no one around
How come in DMOE I notice a scary still
I miss the humor, and all the tribe’s trill
What happened to our dear friend Duge
In DMOE he was like a rising moon so huge
Many moons have passed the hills
I am yet to trace or hear from any one of you
What happened to Tribe sprit that we shared
All those Wisdoms, humor, daily burdens of all that we cared
Why stop speaking ,and lay hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Come on Tribe let your spirit rise
akin to stars in crystal blue skies
Sit before the computer before the night is blurred
delight the tribe with all your wonderful word.
We like to know whatever your heart expression find
We like to know and scan your wonderful mind
Why live in your inner self alone and mind blown
Share your thoughts for its how this Tribe has grown
Blow, wind, to where my lost Tribe and loved one is,
Touch them, and come and touch me to gain bliss

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Un-Named. Any suggestions?

seosamh32 — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 08:31:26 GMT

The fall of the petal
Upon the grass
Goes Unnoticed
By the Empire
In silent protest
Life carries on
With careful attention
To minute details
-A miraculous microcosm of wonder
The result of a Divine Plan
We find it hard to fathom
That if we but sit; silent
And observe its motions
We may learn a thing
~Or two
Humility, not the least

Our minds & passions
Complicate our lives
As furiously we race
Getting nowhere
When we were there all along
We just didn’t know it
Our eyes are covered over
Making it hard to see
Our hearts led astray with lies
Making it hard to believe
In the simplicity of it all
This world will take care of itself
With or without our best intentions
Or even complete lack of caring
Such pride that misleads us
When I became humble
~truly humble
I saw the petal fall and heard it
~when it hit the ground
Though when Empires fall
The petal is oblivious
And the Angels cried:
Holy, Holy, Holy
I prostrate myself before the face
Of my Lord & Glorious Father
Who has shown me the meaning
And set me to breathing
It is He who filled my lungs
The Lord of All Hosts

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Happy New year to you all

HARI — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 10:24:11 GMT

New Year is a time to look forward to the challenges and opportunities that lie ahead in the rat race

Hope this New Year is off to a lovely start for you and wish you much success and tranquility ... May the New Year bring you prosperity, good health, love, peace! And lots of laugh,

May you forgive all your enemies, ditched lovers, and fill your soul with only love.

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Solitary confinement

HARI — Thu, 10 Nov 2005 17:37:31 GMT

If you are forced to solitary confinement for a year in a place of your choice that is you should not be free to cross the threshold of your house to see human beings , to hear the human voice , or to receive letters or watch TV , or daily newspapers or magazines but allowed to do all the rest that you can possibly think of , the only relations you could have with the outer world are by a little window opened purposely for this confinement . You might have anything you wanted (except wealth) – like books, music , best of food ,wine, and so on - in any quantity you desire by writing a note and slipping it out of the window, but could only receive them through the same little window.

Do you think you can live up to the challenge??if so how do you plan to live or spend every day and night??

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What is your plan for celebrating new year 2007?

HARI — Wed, 27 Dec 2006 17:41:53 GMT

This year my wife plans to spend new year at home with our children and her best friend.

One of my friend a Forest Ranger in Australia informs me that she is going to be alone in the deep jungle within her confines of her quarters with wine and marijuana (she grows her own weed in the jungle )to keep her company. Lee has been a ranger for several years now .

Well as far as I am concerned past few years or so I and few of my best friends spend the new year together in total privacy and tranquility high up in the hills where nestled among the deep woods my wife family happen to own a old cottage ,

Generally a low key affair with good music (mostly jazz) ,wine , lot of pot , and sumptuous food cooked on fire wood and barbeque , Only attraction being a bonfire . We generally spend a week before we get back to the rat race.

Happy new year all of you wonderful tribe members

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hI! I AM NEW.

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 18:53:07 GMT

just wanted to say hi.

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Dadagram #17

Robert — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 20:10:35 GMT

Incantations the backward of forever. Playing energy, units winged bulges line for line. Rotating culprits as a marraige, harmful bacterial isolate adrift in the sun.

Like a calendar: signed anagrams shorn of vanity. Operational lattices, maybe panic, couples as vigilant sifted bathos, agreed procedures overtaken by clinched arpeggios. Dawn a lamp, unfolding caricatures at the very start smashing red traction. Accelerating peripheries to the omen...

http://takingthebrim.blogspot.com

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Pinochet Dies: An Early Christmas Gift

justiceputnam — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 02:54:28 GMT

You Always Said Pinochet

(words and music
by Justice Putnam)

(roughly to “You Take The High Road)

I’d always say, “Pinoshay”
You always said, “Pinoshet.”

But what of the names of the
Disappeared before Ya!

I will dance on the grave
Of Augusto “Pinoshay”

And you can spit
If you insist
On Augusto “Pinoshet!”

© 2006 by Justice Putnam
Fleur de Sel Musique
and Mechanisches-Strophe Verlagswesen

http://people.tribe.net/justiceputnam/blog/8628ce37-9738-452d-a0d8-11b2c4a60ac9

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boggy beat

banjolismo — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 00:43:57 GMT

http://www.myspace.com/boggybeat

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Did you vote for better America

HARI — Sun, 12 Nov 2006 07:51:55 GMT

Did you vote for better America and world

Does you American people have the power to replace your country's leadership with those who will do the right thing. share a common dream for yourselves, your families, and your future generations: one of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness???

Americans have all the power in the world to make this world a better place to live and power rest in your hands so hope you voted for the right goverment.

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Dancing with the dark?

vicious_kind — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 17:41:56 GMT

Sometimes I like the "unknown dread". I feel depressed or feel down and then I remember. I take the darkness that is lurking and clutch it to me. I rdive into it for the sake of increasing it's strength. It grows and become easier to see. That which scares you when hidden seems so surreal when focused on. When it is clear enough, I can vivisect us.
It is me. I am it. In seeking to understand it, I can look at the root of my own insecurities; my own fears. Lines of causation become more clear.

The moment that I have opened myself to myself in a very intimate and painful way, it freezes. The pain and fear cannot stand this scrutiny. It swirls away like smoke and I am left with something better. I do not always remember to make this attempt. It does not always work, especially for those maladies you already know the cause of, like a death in the family, or a homicidal fascist stealing the presidential election.

This is not an attempt to draw pain in, in order to get rid of it. This is an attempt to draw the pain in in order to feel the pain. To learn from the despair.

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A message to those lost stars

HARI — Thu, 19 Oct 2006 15:56:10 GMT

Me and Many of my friends has marked this day every year to remember our lost friends ,and loved ones , the lovely times we spend together when we were kids, college work etc , some brief but left a mark on us for life , some for years we kept in touch but slowly lost touch , some dead some just vanished into thin air.

I am sure all of you still remember old friends, who passed away or who came into your life and disappeard into thin air and never seen again, but you still miss him or her.

Do you have a message for those lost stars . ???
==========
Many moons have passed the hills
I am yet to trace or hear from you...

Blow, wind, to where my lost friends and loved one is,
Touch them, and come and touch me soon:
I'll feel their gentle touch through you
And meet their beauty in the moon.
These things are much for one who loves
As I can live by them alone
That they and I breathe the same air,
And the earth we tread is one

Dont forget the ones in heaven.My Lord
Bless them for they are all good souls.

-------------------

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Duge of DOME

HARI — Thu, 19 Oct 2006 09:22:09 GMT

Hey Duge remember this story, my wife wants me to run the story again . I wish some of our brothers and sisters in DMOE contribute to complete this story

*****John Duge was born with a silver spoon in his mouth (that his mother accidentally swallowed when she was a kid). on Dec 25th 1969 in Colombia while the farmers harvested the weed by night . He is the only son of a rich Farmer with a one-word vocabulary spoken with a forked tongue and knifes his colleagues in the back when ever he gets a chance.

In school John Duge got more respect from shocking the management and teachers than he got from trying to live his own life with a little privacy.

Many a times his teacher and principal had pulled down his pants in front of the class or the school to spank his bare behind for his pranks.
One can see handprints all over his butt even today. So much so that being the only identifiable mark on his whole greek body, it is but normal for him to drop his pants to show them the hand prints especially at security check points, hospitals and airports world wide to prove his identifiable mark that is clearly mentioned in his passport.

He grew up to become a handsome man but the girls found him not competent in bed , “not even good in couch” they said . But Duge always defended him self by saying “ I may not be a good lover , but at least I’m fast” . He still curses the full moon night when he choose to pee on the electric fence that his father put up to save his prized marijuana plants from marauding monkeys .

Duge hates to get drunk and prefer to smoke the weed in the confines of his bed room , but the irony is every time he gets blown he tries do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed, and again to extinguish the fire he floods his bath room, sometimes the whole house.
When he finally decided to get out his bedroom to smoke a joint he ended up peeing on the electric fence. When he gets blown he always had to pee . 10 years have passed but he can still hear his fathers scream distinctly in his ears, “ I have 18 toilets in this house and this idiot son of mine prefers the electric fence to pee” .

He was 30 years old when his mother finally decided to send him to Washington and his father just wanted him to go for ever and out of his life . He left his home to head for..........................................

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Excitement!

vicious_kind — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 21:19:10 GMT

OK, maybe I am wrapped in my own lil world, but I did the thing where you pass art to the first 5 people who answer your blog. At leat one person is comepletely done and it is in the mail.

I want to see art. That I inspired. It's like my avatar. I love it dearly, but all the more so because I inspired someone to draw. Some guy had been slacking and due to conversations with him, decided he had to draw. Being a muse rocks.

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If America doesnt exist.....

HARI — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 16:12:50 GMT

If America doesnt exist then where in this vast world would you probably been born and living now.

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Déjà vu that are stranger then fiction

HARI — Sat, 14 Oct 2006 16:34:53 GMT

Do you sometimes encounter someone or may be an object, a place or even a situation getting a feeling of déjà vu like you have seen this happen before
I think we all have, whether it was real or not.... Sometimes you meet someone you already know from some other time in a dream long ago or was it a dream? And then you pretend, don’t you? An indifferent, “Hello,” should do, While inside you this strange feeling of deja vu get stronger with each passing moment. Like it happened to me once

I explicitly remember the face of a girl who I saw sitting just across my table in a coffee shop. She looked so familiar that we did exchange glances and smiles as if we knew each other but like an idiot I was freezed to my chair never ever occurring to me to utter or nod even a simple hello. The memory is so clearly imprinted that I still remember the smile she gave while walking out of the door.
12 years has passed but this brief 5 minutes encounter with this lovely stranger still haunts me.

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Breath

EternalLight — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 01:56:16 GMT

breath in breath out
exhaust all thoughts of pain
breath in breath out
let the skies cry out your wounds
in rain

I want to cast a msytic, histic spell
that would ensure your soul rots slowly in hell
your flesh reaks of evidence
guilty, guilty and the gravel fell
whishing i did in that moment that
your heart had been the plate

I would witness its crush
and savor every moment
I would write the words to capture
that instant in time
So that your story,my story and history
would never be forgotten

It would forever be engraved
Into the mind of humanity
Rewritten and revised
til the end of time

breath in breath out
exhaust all thoughts of pain
breath in breath out
let the skies cry out your wounds,
in rain

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Do you laugh out loud ????

HARI — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:10:26 GMT

It is said that laugh and the world laughs with you. Live life laughing. You have nothing to lose, except your grumpy corners!
Laughter helps us keep healthy by enriching the blood with ample supplies of oxygen, the lifeline of our system. It helps to remove the negative effects of stress, acts as a pain killer and boosts the immune system

Do you laugh out loud ???? please tell us of the last time you had a deep belly laugh.

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Sometimes I feel

HARI — Tue, 10 Oct 2006 18:31:48 GMT

Sometimes I feel as if I have danced around so much that I have lost my footing altogether.

Its raining cats and dogs ...Lazy to do anything I Stretched out on the sofa in the dark vast verandah, smoking a rolled pliff and working on the last bottle of wine, thinking......
O great rain, What would my solitude be Without your sweet company? Without your sweet melody? Without your sweet harmony? Come rain,Come sweet rain, do not stop With each drop you reveal more
Than a thousand mysteries,The wisdom of centuries...rain on great rain.

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When things go wrong....

HARI — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 17:30:55 GMT

There are times in every person's life when things do not go according to the way we would like. All of us have our ups and downs. These can consist of periods of poor health, emotional problems, financial struggles, relationship challenges, accidents and the like. But remember the old saying "Tough Times Never Last, But Tough People Do!",

I love this poem of Ernest Hemingway

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit!
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure has turned about,
When they might have won had they stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow! ,
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering one,
Often the struggler has given up
When they might have captured the victor’s cup.
And they learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close they were to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint to the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the task when you’re hardest hit,
It’s when things seem the worst, that you must not quit!
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

By the way tell me When things seem to be going poorly, what are basic options open to you????

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Out

vicious_kind — Tue, 03 Oct 2006 19:58:44 GMT

So what is it about getting dirty honestly? Being in nature and getting away from everything electronic has this power. There was dirt all over my jeans, in my fingernails. There was sticky grape juice all over... well, everythng. I got little scratches all over my hands and I could not have been happier.

I needed the recharge, I was not even aware of it until after the fact.

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Ladies -

LeDuge — Wed, 26 Jul 2006 01:00:27 GMT

Cleavage - your take on it and do you use it when you style and profile ? For most men obviously its a great thing - but ladies. Your take. Do you do it to get looks or just because you like the feel of le breeze?

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Tribal

HARI — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:39:59 GMT

I am back from long, endless roads
I’ve come back
with a pain and joy in my heart
Tribe is my pillow
I want to lie down
and rest.
If the world
ever comes knocking,
Please tell them: he’s taking
his rest.

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Lets remember those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.

piper_at_the_gates-of-dawn — Thu, 22 Jun 2006 18:03:23 GMT

Hello folks;
Curious to read summer beach stories. Especially those when summer days seemed to last forever.
But they must be true experiences not fiction. So come on lets remember those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
Peace, Love and Abundance;
Will

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untitled fragment

Robert — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 03:11:02 GMT

...wandering between the secrets
night carries in its turbulent blood

Patches of a shattering light carving
music on your pale wet cheeks

Certain the force of our passion
would conquer the sleeping city,
delicious sedition embracing even
ghosts hiding behind cold, sullen
windows.

Your fingers slipping between mine,
furtively at first, intensifying
our glowing-green nakedness.

Our joy passing over fallen clouds
of a vagabond sky to wet the garden
with secret names chanted through
wild branches swollen with spring's
desire.

Your curves merging with my own, burning
kisses that married water and light, grafting
themselves onto dawn's first notes.

I can only bleed vicariously at this point,

to implode within your sweetest pearl.

http://peyoetryhut.blogspot.com

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A must have album?

LeDuge — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 20:29:34 GMT

My choice for a must is Jeff Beck - Blow by Blow

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Paralounge Drum Gathering Nov.2006 Florida

ParaLounge — Tue, 29 Aug 2006 13:26:53 GMT

Check out the awesome line up of talent at the upcoming Paralounge Drum Gathering. If you are into the drum circle and indigenous instruments, then you should check out this event. The official website is www.paralounge.net It has all the up to date info on everything. Check out the photo archive we have started on the Paralounge.tribe.net website also. There is a lot of drum circle activity happening in Florida and around our region. This event is where you can meet and communicate with a large variety of this community. It is low cost and high quality. We hope to see you there!

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New Sensual Music Mix - Free Download

djtriad — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 20:49:01 GMT

Hi all! I just wanted to share a new music mix that I did for fun. It used to be an old popular song by the Art of Noise called Moments in Love. Anyone familiar with their music? Anyway, here it is. Let me know what you think. It's for adults only.

http://www.tritriadproductions.com/orgasmsoundsmix.html

DJ Triad

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ROOTED NOW @ SPACE ISLAND

changethewaterinyourbong — Tue, 01 Aug 2006 06:44:36 GMT

Due to high fire danger the permit for our mountain location has been suspended at this time. However, we are extremely grateful to the Space Island Family for allowing us to use their space on such short notice.

To those who have already sent in an RSVP –thank you- we have $20 tickets reserved for you at the door by your names so PLEASE BRING ID!!

As an added bonus tickets will be $25 all night, instead of $30.

Saturday August 5th
10pm – 6am
Tickets $25

@ SPACE ISLAND

DJs:
Lawgiverz (Trigger/Botchit/UK) www.trigger.uk.net
Kraddy (Refiner/SF) www.kraddyodaddy.com
Ooah (Glitch Mob/LABA) www.ooah.org
Oscure (Founder of LABA) www.oscure.com
Bartek (RootaBreaka/LA) www.rootabreaka.com
BIM (RootaBreaka/LA) www.rootabreaka.com
PoM (RootaBreaka/LA) www.rootabreaka.com
Eskmo (Cyberfunk/Vertical Sound/Downtemple/SF) www.eskmo.com
Mozaic (Troubled Youth/SC) www.djmozaic.net
Lil John (Raindance/SC) www.raindancepresents.com
Michele Bass (Mystik Alchemy/LABA) www.labadj.com/michelebass.htm
Brian Seed (Ritual Sounds/Moontribe/Ball of Waxx) www.ritualsounds.com
Patricio (LABA) www.labadj.com/patricio.htm
Jupiter (TheDoLab/LA) www.thedolab.com
Henry Strange www.henrystrange.com
Kevin Chills (Oracle Gathering/Soulsonic/Seattle/LA)
Azmyth (Manifestation/Spiritrave/LA) www.spiritrave.com
Tim Hauser (Spiritrave/Circus of Collective Consciousness/LA) www.spiritrave.com
Christian (Mobius Audiophile/Moontribe/Turbosound)
Michael (High Mountain People/Mammoth)

Bondage Aerial Performance by: Gypsy Roze

28k watts of TurboSound provided by Mobius Audiophile

Please visit www.RootaBreaka.com for artist bios

For discount tickets go to www.rootabreaka.com and RSVP

join our tribe @:
tribes.tribe.net/getrooted

NO ONE WILL BE ADMITTED TO THE LOCATION UNLESS THEY ARRIVE IN THE SHUTTLE
You will be picked up on the South West corner of Central and 1st street.
For you Mapquesters, that’s:
Central Ave and E 1st St Los Angeles, CA 90012
There are several parking lots on this corner.
You can park for free at the Japanese Village parking structure.
Or, if you prefer, you can pay $4. and park in the lot across the street.
There is ample street parking as well.
This is a well-lit, safe area.
There is parking near the Office Depot, which is 1/2 a block away.
Jump on the shuttle, where Central and 1st Street meet.
Shuttles will be running 10pm till 6am.

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