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I'm adrift within my psyche's abyss. Mists of my deceptions weave amongst the stone, dreams and the real intertwined. As moss, or lichen grows upon stone and tree, my life lays upon my core, becoming one, indistinguisable.
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Oine thing I've become weary of hearing are voters concerned about someone's "electibility". This is a rather strange discounting of their opinions. "I like this person's ideas, but will vote for someone else because nobody will vote for what I value." Sad, really.
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Reindeer pate is odd enough, but read the label.

In Disasters, Everyone, Not Just Bloggers, Should Use Twitter


A clever idea for using Twitter. Perhaps one of the smartest ideas I’ve seen in a long time.

Today was surprising in its warmth and clarity. Filled with bright light, more akin to late summer than the middle of autumn. Almost none of my day was spent in this delight, though I did get a clear view from my office's windows. Perhaps the proverbial gilded cage. Oh, the delights of corporate life.
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From Bizjournals


The most telling thing to me with this photo story is how many people are in their own cars. Even in New York, more than ½ of the daily commuters drive in single occupancy vehicles. Interestingly, this piece on the best commutes in the country has even higher rates of SOV. At least 79% of the commuters in these cities drive their own cars to work (and, in most of them, the percentage is much higher). I wonder if parking presents any issues at all.

Got kids? Oh, this will speak to you.

My brain seems empty of late. I don’t feel greatly inspired, no grand need to write. This is one of those times that I need to push, to drive, descend into the depths of my being. I know that I need to spend more time within my fears, trying to calm this realm forever. Face them down, yes, but also chase them to their roots, and then pull them up. Only then can I truly be free, and then I can see that deep desire, that which is based upon love, and nothing more.

Fear is what drives me to weariness, what grabs at those roots and plays demented songs. This is what I loath about my life right now, the unbidden fears that gurgle up like swamp gas and belch their stink into my day. I really don’t need this. My fears are unrealistic and, dare I say, silly. They are out of balance. Fear is valuable, it provides guidance and works to keep us safe. When it is the primary driver, when reason, compassion and love are weakened, or, worse, obliterated, my life is worsened. Joy withers, droops, and risks death. Live without joy is only an empty husk, tree bark with no tree within. It is dead, and a death I wish for no one.

Clever little costume, anyone gonna grab it for Halloween? (No, this link isn’t for a costume”.

This is where I first found this. And here is the site with this, and many other photos like this. Sadly, I don’t have the slightest idea what language this is in.

Update:It’s Portugese.

Rather cool new artist I just stumbled upon. A groovy blend of techno which I stumbled upon checking out one of my favorite groups now, Blue Man Group.

Check out the video Venus did with Blue Man.

Here’s the link to official Venus Hum site.

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