i :: am

i :: am

a village

:p

i :: am

i :: am

a linker

:p

Album Release :: August :: 2009.08.31

Album flies August 31, 2009.
More details to come via Facebook & Twitter.

I hope to work in a tribute to the King of Pop.
If so, may do justice to the spirit of his music; this is "how we do."

Anyone spending time and energy on being appalled at people who doubted news Michael Jackson's passing, remember to always think twice. If you're hurt or offended, or find those initial doubts to be in bad taste, listen to Michael Jackson's music. Feel his art?

Stick and stones, folks. Sticks and stones.

His art is not hurt or lessened by any passing impressions... of sensational news?

His art is not supported or strengthened... by finger pointing and name-calling?

Let's celebrate the humanity of his music, non? Let's not trip or skip over his passing

:p

Get with the Pogrom (погром) ?

Get with the Pogrom ::
When in doubt, start a riot?

No matter what your political religion (or political martial art),
if your parent,child, sibling, or friend starts to
take advantage of the first amendment
to almost-but-not-quite...
encourage others to take advantage of the the second amendment
in a national powder-keg scene...

( Read New York Times Op-Ed Article )

...encourage that person to first consider and accept the homicidal-suicidal nature of the attempt;
encourage that person to second let matter at least one targeted person,
to hold that "matter" for longer than it will take others to be inspired to fire.

:p

One Tin Soldier

One Tin Soldier

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

This has been covered by several artists.

( Lyrics by Dennis Lambert and Brian Potter )
( About "One Tin Soldier" )
( Listen to the original - The Original Caste - 1969)
( Music video - Sonny and Cher comedy Hour )

:p

Unmitigated Drama: Goji Berry Juice

I'm a juice fan. I'm a hardcore juice fan.

Apart from a bias for fresh juices and tropical fruit juices, I don't see much keeping me from trying goji berry juice, the subject of a lot of recent hype and controversy.

(Goji is also known a wolfberry or 枸杞 or Gochi)

One friend I've known for "most of the time I've been around" swears by the stuff and suggests that goji berry juice is linked to improvement in his daughter's health and in improvements in other friends, including friends diagnosed with cancer.

At the same time, many naysaying sources suggest some of the Goji hype to be scams filling the pockets of opportunists.

I'm in no rush to suggest that Goji is a cure for cancer, or cure for anything. I'm in no rush to even guess into the hype about nutritional content, subjective benefit, or placebo effect.

Seeing how more than one friend has welcomed the product and suggested health benefits, I'd just as well relay that message: It's juice! If you like juice too, consider trying goji berry juice. Steer clear of the cheap stuff unless you've got your own berries to juice.

What has been your experience with Goji? Interesting juice, miracle cure, hyped? Anecdotes welcome!

If you take the plunge and "go Goji," do consider my friend's link: http://bit.ly/fqi5K

香港版 http://bit.ly/CF9EK

:p

Outside in

that I might be
an Outsider
looking in
through an insider
looking Out;

that i acknowledge this;
that i embrace this;
is me

:p

of water, yet of fire

would that they
should see even me
the blind-deaf
child that I am

child of water yet

of fire

still

no child of time

there in my home
can be no conflict yet
every war there has
taken place


my place is naught
for the seeming

our place is naught
for the seeming

would that you should
remember

we are yet siblings

:p

Cancer Vs. Down Syndrome. Round 3. FIGHT!

Story from MSNBC via Disaboom:

You won't find "reduced risk of cancer" on most lists of the effects of Down Syndrome (Trisomy 21), but scientists have long known that people with the condition rarely get most types of cancer. Now, a Harvard study has identified one of the factors that protects people with Down Syndrome against tumors. The discovery could lead to new methods of protecting all patients against cancer.

---

"You will never win!"

"FIGHT!" (link re: study)

-Mortal Kombat


:p

by any other name...

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Iroh
Death of a Salesman: Charley
The Green Mile: Paul Edgecomb


:p

this little light of mine... ♫

You would struggle so hard
even for a moment

to box me

to frame me

to own me

in thoughts

in words

your 'near'
your 'far'
your 'mine'
your 'yours'
your 'right'
your 'wrong'
your 'truth'
your 'lies'

and more?

You would fight to bind me

to confine me

to slow me down

"what for?"

You would have me

apologize

for all the world

out side your

acceptable spaces and

you would

blame

that i remind you

of More?

my cheap words
written spoken in
surround-sound stereo

I share with all of you for "free-99"

will you

let it go

to waste?

the message is
never mine

i fight in "dark" places bent backwords without breaking
without braking

all these people with dark faces
call me a knight of all races the
night of old graces a
knight of hard chases the
night ending ender of justice's lost cases a
knight-"light" for life through this fear metastasis

will.we.you.i
let.it.shine?
let.it.shine?
let.it.shine?

i do sing yet
every day
maybe not in every way
but then. . .

You would

shoot me

maybe I'm your messenger?

my duty is never to your fear


here, hear:

This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine

This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine

This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine

let it shine,
let it shine,
let it shine!

. . . is a song my grandmother
sang to me
bouncing me
on her leg,
even after the surgery
dying from cancer she
and still he

lived "like she was dying"she
loved fearlessly

left silently
left breathlessly

showed me
and let me be me
back then like tomorrow I was ready to see
I felt the fight of the "light" that lay ahead of me

understanding

was never meant for me
how was I meant to be?

you will never see
through mental enmity
your oldest jealousy
it's not me you see
I'm not your enemy

i :: am :: a mirror
made for reflection
just an enzyme
look to me to see
those places you deny introspection

i :: say :: "let's FIGHT"
for ever in a joint direction:

some day
some way

just be?

and there we'll be
finally

let it shine?






:p

You can handle the truth!!! >:o

You can handle the truth!

even as

you create it

if you refuse


well

that is no

battle

for me

:p

i :: am

i :: am ::

so fleeting

a blink

a wink?

Souad Massi, Ismaël Lô :: Noir et Blanc ♫

C'est une ville que je connais
Une chanson que je chantais
Y a du sang sur le trottoir

C'est sa voix, poussière brûlée
C'est ses ongles sur le blindé
Ils l'ont battu à mort, il a froid, il a peur
J'entends battre son coeur

De n'importe quel pays, de n'importe quelle couleur

...


Il vivait avec des mots
Qu'on passait sous le manteau
Qui brillaient comme des couteaux.

Il jouait d'la dérision
Comme d'une arme de précision
Il est sur le ciment, mais ses chansons maudites
On les connaît par coeur

La musique a parfois des accords majeurs

Qui font rire les enfants mais pas les dictateurs

De n'importe quel pays, de n'importe quelle couleur

La musique est un cri qui vient de l'intérieur

Ça dépend des latitudes
Ça dépend d'ton attitude
C'est cent ans de solitude

Y a du sang sur mon piano
Y a des bottes sur mon tempo
Au-dessous du volcan, je l'entends, je l'entends
J'entends battre son coeur

La musique parfois a des accords mineurs

Qui font grincer les dents du grand libérateur

De n'importe quel pays, de n'importe quelle couleur

...

La musique est un cri qui vient de l'intérieur


C'est une ville que je connais
Une chanson que je chantais
Une chanson qui nous ressemble


C'est la voix de Mendela
Le tempo docteur Fela
Ecoute chanter la foule
Avec les mots qui roulent et font battre son cœur

...
...

De n'importe quel pays, de n'importe quelle couleur
La musique est un cri qui vient de l'intérieur

De n'importe quel pays, de n'importe quelle couleur
La musique est un cri qui vient de l'intérieur

De n'importe quel pays, de n'importe quelle couleur
La musique est un cri qui vient de l'intérieur

...«Noir et Blanc»
...par Souad Massi ( سعاد مَسي ) et Ismaël Lô
...site officiel de Souad Massi: http://souadmassi.artistes.universalmusic.fr/
...site officiel de Ismaël Lô: http://www.ismael-lo.com/

'Funk' Used to be a Bad Word

if your way

is to reach back

and hold onto

hope for

...status...
(quo)

some words of caution ::

tomorrow,

museums, curricula

may not flinch

to feature

your trash

and gloss over

your treasure

there-is-nothing-new-under-the-sun

build.and.cross.that.bridge

i :: am

i :: am ::

somethings

like-a

first responder

i :: am

i :: am ::

modern :: art


art :: you?

Winamp, Wherefore Art Thou ...not shuffling?

Winamp, I'd play for you Santana's Black Magic Woman ("this can't go ON!") but given how long this problem has been outstanding, maybe you need some mix of (a) time and (b) thorough reproducibility.

Let me know.

i :: am

I :: am ::

taking the





fall

for you

and you, and you, and you

True (Walgreens) Stories

Cashier: How you doin', sweetie? :)

healingkid: No worries here, no complaints! :o

Cashier: I know that's right! :D

Cashier: Is that a brass knuckles? o_O

healingkid: It's a keyring (karabiner); it can be used as brass knuckles if needed:

healingkid: but we work hard to make sure that doesn't happen :o

Harry Potter got one thing ...right...

Maybe

love is

(the oldest magic)

Maybe

love is

(the only magic)

i :: am

i :: am ::

catching

UP


*cheshireDogGrinz*

I, Too, Dream in Color and in Rhyme

[i], [t]oo,
Dream
in Color
and in
Rhyme

I don't much quote
and.or.but
hey! here we go!

punintended layerless ness

I am an onion full
of layers (and gas (and tears))
I'll accept my onionity
to be
the only way
you'll now permit
to see any
tasty bits of me

will we be free?

answer if
and when and where
you hear
my only question of you

i :: am

quantum Unlocked

je :: suis

:: ému ::

i :: am :: healingkid

if what may be
potentially
is written

it just may be
that this kid reads
...unside

if blind and deaf
we reach for one
an' other

this kid may reach
that we should
feel the song

Thank You

thank you for

watching
over me.


i hope not to presume
much in hoping
that you should

watch
over you.
too.

TwitterSheep

@healingkid
according to
TwitterSheep.com:

i :: am

what they call
«well adjusted»

Twitter ぷれいやー

Now I lay me down to sleep
I play for @om my tweetz to keep
and if @failwhale before I wake
then screw it! ...back to e-mail.

Spam of the Day: My "Belove Couch Adventures"

Although I wouldn't click your website link if it were lined with platinum, "Truman Duran,"
I have little doubt that your yellow pill is exactly what I have been looking for.
...without looking for it:

aid your belove couch adventures with yellow pill.

salutary effect assured. special bonus for every sale

i hope you will check

I'm sold! yes, i will check

i :: am

nor-א
nor-Ω
somekinda-愛

Édith Piaf et Charles Aznavour : «Le bleu de tes yeux» ♪ ♫

Stuck in my head (and welcome there). My mind is a sucker for the interwoven sections and some aspects of the duo's lyrical flow. Willing vector am I! This is my attempt to infect you with this 1961 french song:

Le bleu de tes yeux (paroles):
(Originally Plus Bleu Que Tes Yeux)

Plus bleu que le bleu de tes yeux,
Je ne vois rien de mieux,
Même le bleu des cieux.

Plus blond que tes cheveux dorés
Ne peut s'imaginer,
Même le blond des blés.

Plus pur que ton souffle si doux,
Le vent, même au mois d'août,
Ne peut être plus doux.

Plus fort que mon amour pour toi,
La mer, même en furie,
Ne s'en approche pas.



Plus bleu que le bleu de tes yeux,
Je ne vois rien de mieux,
Même le bleu des cieux.



Si un jour tu devais t'en aller
Et me quitter,
Mon destin changerait tout-à-coup
Du tout au tout.




Plus gris que le gris de ma vie,
Rien ne serait plus gris,
Pas même un ciel de pluie.

Plus noir que le noir de mon cœur,
La terre en profondeur
N'aurait pas sa noirceur.

Plus vide que mes jours sans toi,
Aucun gouffre sans fond
Ne s'en approchera.

Plus long que mon chagrin d'amour,
Même l'éternité
Près de lui serait court.

Plus gris que le gris de ma vie,
Rien ne serait plus gris,
Pas même un ciel de pluie.

On a tort de penser, je sais bien,
Aux lendemains.
A quoi bon se compliquer la vie
Puisqu'aujourd'hui...

Plus bleu que le bleu de tes yeux,
Je ne vois rien de mieux,
Même le bleu des cieux.

Plus blond que tes cheveux dorés
Ne peut s'imaginer,
Même le blond des blés.

Plus pur que ton souffle si doux,
Le vent, même au mois d'août,
Ne peut être plus doux.

Plus fort que mon amour pour toi
La mer, même en furie,
Ne s'en approche pas.

Plus bleu que le bleu de tes yeux,
Je ne vois que les rêves
Que m'apportent tes yeux...

To listen, here are some awkward, modern digi-video (with audio):

• http://video.aol.com/video-detail/edith-piaf-and-charles-aznavour-plus-bleu-que-tes-yeux/1946861496


• http://video.paroles.net/clip/11624

If you're an anglofreak and would like this song translated into english, Google may be your friend. Also, I'll translate it for you too @ $1250 USD/hr plus a nominal $1.00 HowAboutYouJustcheckItOutInFrenchItIsArtAfterAll fee.


*I don't endorse even the artistic employ of black in association with negative emotions, fear, isolation, or uncertainty.

Spam of the Day: "'secret language'"

If it weren't for that clarifying underlining, this heartfelt message might have eluded me completely.

From the bottom of my Junk folder, I want to thank you, "Jean Steiner." Thank you:

additional pounds ? change it now.

perfect product is came

step away of it

Spam of the Day: "Your instrument will have unbelievable strength."

The force is really strong with this one... and first, some preparation....

a mi tuo fo...

a mi tuo fo......

om.....

Let thoose url on picture to visit our store
and how every plan i've ever made has been reconstructed into something harder and better than what i laid out as my own agenda.
and then i found myself a mother. funny, i thought i'd teach awhile longer and have grant all to myself and save some money.
but the main thing i love about this picture is tree cover you can see in the upper right corner. that's how it was all around the block. even on really hot days you could find a great place to play in some serious shade. everyone had a huge tree or trees somewhere on their property, and bushes, and ivy, and a great variety of things. the only reason we had those young trees on the corner was because my mom sold our big palm tree to some palm springs landscapers, ha!

....om!!

Spam of the Day: "Medicine can also be fashionable. Glamorous Via pink!"

Move thoose internet address to visit our mall
i have always dreamed of going to ireland, (and scotland too- mccaleb), to research our family history, and to see the green grass in real life.
and my wheels are turning with projects to put together for a locals knitting class.
haha, that's my girl.

You know, "Yvonne Chappell," I've never heard it put quite like that.
Good luck with your knitting class, and thanks for sharing!

Spam of the Day: Your sausage will be reputable

嗯.

Courtesy of "Shawn Mora."

Thank you, Shawn. I had always hoped as much.