wow...

I just read an article describing the "climategate" emails as the best piece of evidence in the war against global warming science. Wow good job America, now in addition to the War on Terror and the War on Drugs we've created the War on Science. I guess this means that people fighting in this war will have to assume that everything science has given us is now suspect, how about the war on modern medicine? war on the food you eat? war on your way of life? Over the coming days will we see anti-science vigilantes flinging their computers to the ground, rejecting science as myth, drawing out maps of the universe with a flat Earth on a turtle's back? Of course not, because these people don't care about science, don't understand it, and only like it if it is pushing their political agenda. Just cause Sean Hannity says it has been the coldest year on record does not make it fact. http://mediamatters.org/research/200911250020?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+mediamatters%2Flatest+%28Media+Matters+-+Latest+Items%29 I understand that people have a hard time understanding that anthropogenic climate change is real, but a war on global warming science?? Who are the players? On the one hand, you have a group of computer hackers taking emails out of context and on the other you have scientists who have engaged in years worth of highly scrutinized research. While I value questioning and don't think we should ever take things at face value, I also believe that we need to look at the full body of climate change research to form an opinion. We have a long history of people trying to distort the truth, the scientific process is the only thing we can trust in a world of lies.

Coming Home

I have been home for barely 24 hours of this Thanksgiving break....

1 meal eaten at home

2 parents-happy to see me

3 minutes before we all start arguing

4 hours spent laughing with an old friend

5 questions my parents can't answer

6 topics I probably shouldn't bring up in front of conservatives

7 days till I get to leave

I have been here barely 24 hours....and counting

The Moment

I have always believed in the power of the everyday joy. In the feeling of air passing through your lungs and leaves of grass criss-curling through your fingers...for the whole of my life I have been chasing these everyday joys. Living from sensation to sensation. I need to start challenging my potential.

transform the me

A very very close friend of mine has opened my eyes recently.

I have not thought things out the way I need to...

there is not enough time in this life for me to do everything I want to.

The time for wasting minutes is over.

I have to jump in...

no regrets.

Feeling

apprehension, mixed with a desire,

longing...in the pit of me.

things are about to change.

you can sense it,

smell it on the winds of time.

I am standing as a pilgrim

on the edge of a precipice

looking down and

up and

all around me.

change is coming

on the winds of time.

we will never be able to go back

Looks

Downward glances at my shoes,

my curly hair, my unmade face.

Am I ugly to you because I defy the norm?

Am I the hypocrite because I hate you for adhering to it?

I ask for your understanding,

yet I have lost the capacity to see logic in your words.

I know I am stronger.

I defy you to look at me that way again.

Backseat Fog

Hear it crackle let it burn

pass it round, take a turn

first it's there, then it's gone

fresh cut grass on your lawn

now you see it

now you don't

the magic could,

but it won't.

-poem by Sam Mann

Rothbury-The Walk Back to Camp

The questions behind her eyes were piercing, they desperately held themselves away, longing to be spoken.  She kept her thoughts to herself and walked along, letting the strangeness of the trip pass her by.  She looked at the people who traveled alongside her, they were both old friends.  The roots of their connection stretching all the way back to the foggy and dusty memories of childhood.  She couldn't help but let her mind wander over the changes the three of them had undergone.  They were in all respects, weird.  Three people leading completely different and separate lives, brought together for a shared love of music, life, and altered perception.  They journeyed on through the colored light and fog that encompassed Sherwood Forest, unable to breathe, unable to think, and unable to stop moving forward. 

Signs...or maybe not

Sometimes I wonder about things that happen to me.  I wonder whether they are just random occurrences or maybe, just maybe, if I could look at my life in it's entirety it would look like a treasure map with the landmarks of my life leading me towards something...something I'm supposed to do.  Today while I was riding my bike I saw a mass of black fur amongst the green of the trail.  It was a small black cat with foggy green eyes, we sized each other up, letting our eyes meet to evaluate each other.  I rode on, letting my eyes steal one last glance behind my back at the cat who slowly stalked across the path.  As I kept riding I saw a beautiful red winged blackbird sitting by the side of the trail. I acknowledged it but kept riding.  All of a sudden, I heard a death caw from a above me and felt wings beating down ferociously from the sky.  I was no joke attacked by a red winged blackbird.  When does that ever happen? It was terrifying and hilarious in it's craziness.  Things like that make me wonder,  is it a sign or is it my acknowledgement of the event as out of the ordinary that makes it a sign to me?  After all, aren't we the only ones who have the power to give our lives meaning?  

Realizations

Through all the cloudiness of this past weekend I managed to see things more clearly than I ever have before.  I was at Summer Camp music festival, a beautiful experience.  Running through swaying trees, surrounded by friends, sunlight peeking through pine needle shade...a beautiful experience.  I realized this weekend that when you smile, endorphins are released to your brain that make you happy, this means smiling is a drug, I realized that I am held together by the most amazing people I've ever known, and I realized this weekend that no one is going to hold my hand on this journey.  I have to be the change I want to see in both the world and in myself.  I can't be afraid to lead myself in a new direction.

tones

the tone changes...suddenly

my body is liquid melting

and moving to a rhythm i can't control

twisty turning arms and fingers 

swirl and intertwine with one another...........

forming new patterns

flying through thick air

hoping for an adventure,

 a new tone.

Everything's Groovy...

I had lightning on my nails and a smile on my face.

Feeling the memories fly by me,

like walking through a fog.

Sitting in a hotel room, talking and laughing.

Tossing a ball back and forth with dangerous

disregard for windows and lamps.

It's always in those early hours.

When words flew through our lips like water,

secrets came and went with the minutes,

smiles stretched for days, and city sounds crept through our senses.

It's always in those early hours,

the truth looks different.

Clear and raw in moonlight,

and we all saw it.

Four souls on the brink of exhaustion,

held each other...together.

Rothbury

A weekend...

worth remembering if I only could.

Memory's that splotch through time and space and reek of hard liquid spilling down my throat.  Laughter, the language of the gods indeed, flying through the green painted air.

The touch that warms, the smile that brightens.

The sky that darkens on a long day well spent.

A weekend filled to the brim, overflowing.

A weekend worth remembering if I only could.

Reflections on Watching Planet Earth

There is honestly nothing better than watching the BBC series Planet Earth and I will defend that statement to the death.  Seriously, the makers of that show just got it right.  Nothing is more beautiful, more humbling, more astounding, or more awe inspiring than the beauty of the natural world.  In concordance with this is the fact that nothing is more freakin awesome than the coolness of the natural world! Animals, have you seen what they can do while still being completely adorable, smart, and just damn awesome?  I would recommend watching Planet Earth anytime, dinner, literally anytime.  It is always appropriate and provides answers to many of life's problems. In conclusion, watch planet earth cause the world is just awesome!

The Earth is Just Awesome

News

He hated to have to say to her what he knew must be said.  Loathing every muscle of his lips for forming the venom coated syllables.  To kill the hope in someone's eyes is truly a horrible thing.  Her eyebrows raised slightly with a sharp intake of breath as her mind was assaulted by the weight of idealism's swift exodus.  She looked at that moment both old and young.  Her back slumped forward the slightest bit as the breath long held captive is released up to heaven, as if all ignorance was flying out of her with that sigh like sound.  After those seconds the body begins to adapt to the new weight.  Cruel evolution which causes the eye to keep seeing, the ear to keep hearing, the hand to reach out, and the heart to beat.

Are you swishing?

There is really nothing quite like the satisfaction of a day well spent.  A day without waste, a day that has been filled up with real thought, movement and art.  All I've really got going for myself today is the completeness that can be gleaned from a piping hot mug of tea, I've plugged out of consciousness and plugged in my large metallic headphones (very space age, and straight outta tron)  I put on a little jazzy something and I'm gone.  

5 Haikus for a Saturday Night

Fish, golden scales glow

jumping with vision at night

haunting my delights.

my bed looks so nice

but it's still so damn early,

i need sleep right now.

I think I'm a bitch

and I think that's so ok,

cause we all bitch, right?

Honestly, come on

people, come on now

just recycle, k?

My mind can't make sense

of the haiku's I just wrote,

so, yeah, all for now

Watch this video...

Frustrated

I'm tied up, unable to move, frozen in space by your lack of words.

Your silence speaks volumes as I rip the sugar coating off my tongue 

and let my secret malice spill through my teeth.  I am angry.

Listen to me, I am angry.  

Your lack of response makes me feel impotent as I scream again 

I AM ANGRY.  

Let your wounds bleed you dry becauseI am not here to comfort you I am here for myself and I will make you hear me.  Listen, I was weak, but I am strong.  I was hurt, but I have healed.  You

have to acknowledge my anger to earn my forgiveness.  I am not a memory to you yet...

I am angry.

-me