To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: sudanesefriends@hotmail.com
Subject: all the best
Hello Christy,
I am about to lose my Internet connection and go underground for a week.
LOOOL
Just wanted to say that I hope you're having fun in Ghana! :-) Thanks for
dropping by the board.
I wish you all the best and congratulations to your cousin and his
wife-to-be. May their marriage work out fine. :-)
peace and love,
Rastko
(-:
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: rastko@home.com
Subject: for Christiania :)
Hello Christy,
I hope I may talk to you too. LOOL Yes, I am asking for permission (please
don't laugh or be bitter). I'm sorry I got you so mad before.
Anyway, it has been sooooo long since the last time we really talked to each
other. :-) I miss you a lot, my friend.
Well, we're moving today (during the day that is - now it's 2:30am), so I
won't have access to the Internet for about a week. My parents bought a
house; it is still on the same street as our old appartment. I really like
it: on the ground floor there's a room that is set up like a typical German
bar. You're invited for the house-warming party... we'll be serving
alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. LOOOOOL Thango and Wijdan are already
coming. now I just need to catch Lebas Mafi and Osama. :-) We finally have
an extra room for guests when we have anyone visiting over. On top of that,
we'll dedicate a whole room as a library... not that I believe we won't have
books and loose papers flying all over the place in any case. LOOOL
Incidentally, today is my sister's birthday! :) Which reminds me to wish you
a happy birthday too. :-) 38th, right? Well, that'll be a lot of candles to
blow out. lool
Did you see that I finally wrote a few poems?I hope you
enjoyed them like I enjoyed yours. I really loved the one with
"Perhaps I might be stretching it
to think that in my mind you fit"
Those two lines hold some sort of magic in them. lol And they really are
sooo true, aren't they?
My latest one I posted under "Me.", titled "the ever-lasting night". What do
you think of it? I was tired when I wrote it, and now realize that I got my
tenses mixed up near the end. I like it that way though... it makes the
point. LOL
Oh, what else is new? Oh, yes, my grandparents left last weekend. They
arrived in Belgrade safely. Thank God.... and let's hope there will be no
more bombings. I got a love letter from the Yugoslav Army. They're starting
to take interest in me. LOOOOL It'll be okay though, I'll get the papers via
some friends of the family.. in them they'll make it clear what exactly they
want. It shouldn't be too hard to work it out so that I don't need to do the
mandatory 2 years... but, I cannot go to my homecountry for a while now. For
safety reasons, of course.
Now, sweetie, please do not get mad at me. I come in peace, as the typical
Martian on TV would say. :-) If you want to talk it please, I am all for that. I want to clear this up once and for all. :-) I mean, you know my intentions are
sincere. I hate constantly fighting with a sweet friend like you.
a lot of love,
lil bro Rastko
To: rastko_cvekic@hotmail.com
Please GET LOST
Krista
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: sd4@ukc.ac.uk
Subject: Re: ana
lady!!!
so you got there fine. good. how's your cold??
Anyway, I am supposed to be at a conference and cant travel, have to do an
essay that is late.
I'll write to you agaon later.
hope you catch this before you log off to get your brain round! loll
love,
samah
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: abuljazz@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: christiania
Hello there dear Chrissy, and please forgive me for not replying sooner, I
took about a week off it all, no internet, no board and no anything, I just
bummed around, slept like a crocodile, btw it is a myth in Sudan that
crocodiles sleep all the time, sometimes with their eyes open, pple take
that as a sign of "canniness", and you must agree that one needs all the
shrewdness one can muster these days, no?
so how is Ghana, Ho?, and how has it been so far, other than the heat and
lizards and what not, how did you find the people?, I've met many Ghanians
here, and they were very nice, not like the Nigerians, if I can say
that..but you of course have a first hand knowledge now..
The board of course is as crappy as ever, but I bet you are not the least
interested in that, what I meant to say is that, I am still looking for your
return and that of many of the old pioneers to feel at home again.
On a personal level, things are as stagnant as ever, even the weather became
rather redundant, you can foretell how it is going to be for weeks in
advance...hmmmmm it must be a sign of the new economy ;-)
Hey I better fire this before someone distracts me again. Take care dear and
keep in touch, I've forwarded your posting to the many friends who kept
asking abut you, I hope you don't mind :-)
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: sallyyahoo@netscape.net
Subject: Hello Christy From uk!.
Hello Christy,
It is good to hear from and to know that you are fine. I miss you. My work is keeping me too busy and stressed these days.
The board is missing you very much and I hope you will be back soon.
Take care and enjoy the heat!!.
Love Sally, A friend and Amina
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: abuljazz@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: silkworm and all that jazz
Hello there dear Chrissy,
how are things, I guess I once more under estimated your resolve, but I
should have known better than telling you that the silkworm is not there, I
think after putting all these tracers after that farm, someone is gonna find
it, loool, now it better be a worthy visit after all, I never even thought
that silk is produced in Ghana, but given the rich tradition of fabric
production and all, that shouldn't be a far-fetched idea..I am forwarding to
you a message that "Ana" wrote me, and I am still waiting for the thing you
wanted me to post.
------------------
AJ,
hey how are you doing?
i'm away from home, and forgot to email Christy back, she'll go mad.
so AJ, if you get this soon, could you please write to her at that address
in Ghana and give her hannoya@yahoo.com and osama@cwcom.net and let her know
Osama is out of the country and don't know if he gets his email.
And about the silkworm farm in Ghana, I couldn't find anything on the net
unfortunately. and that there is some band by that name, so searches don't
return any proper results.
and as for you, when i get back to campus!thanks in advance. :-)
Samah
see you soon, take care of that lizard, well at least it is easier to cater
for than a horse, no??, lol, and keep in touch :-)
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: hannoya@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: the bird batwoman
AHAHHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Is it really YOUUU?
How IS IT OVER THERE?
CAN - YOU - HEAR - ME??
LOL
luv and miss ya sis
hana
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: sd4@ukc.ac.uk
Subject: Re: to ana
Christy,
hey lady, how are you doing???
i couldnt reply to you soon, and when i got a chance to go online (i'm off
campus, went home to see my brother etc) i couldnt access this account and
didnt have yr address, so I emailed abuljazz and asked him to write to you
and tell you.
I couldnt find any info on the silkworm farm. theres some music band called
silkworm so everything that the searches returned were relevant to that
band. there was stuff on silkworms in china but not ghana.
So, what is happening with you? Is there a phone number to call you on?
love,
Ana
samah
Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2000 15:23:12 PDT
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh, wijdan4@hotmail.com, vitra@gurlmail.com, tim@milanmania.com, satserv@connected.net.nz, sd4@ukc.ac.uk, ssidham@smartchat.net.au, pedjapop@ptt.yu, osama@cwcom.net,
Author: rastko_cvekic@hotmail.com
Subject: IMPORTANT
Hello everyone (I hope I didn't forget anyone),
due to circumstances beyond my control, my rastko@home.com e-mail account is
NOT working. If you tried sending any e-mail to me during the past 2 weeks,
you probably received a message saying that my account does not exist.
Please re-send any e-mails you sent to my @home account after Friday, the
24th of March 2000, to my temporary address, rastko_cvekic@hotmail.com .
Untill further notification, please use my hotmail account for
communication.
Sorry for the confusion this has caused. I am trying to get my old account
back.
with regards,
Rastko Cvekic
rastko_cvekic@hotmail.com
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: rastko_cvekic@hotmail.com
Subject: for Christiania
Hello ma cherie,
:-)
Christy, are you Hiba? Am I RA? Were those messages on the board from you
for me? loool I'm sorry, I'm totally out of it right now!
If yes..... Oh, thank you soooo much! I'm very appreciative of all the
caring feelings you have for me. You are the love of my life, and always
will be. :-) I LOVE YOU!
I'm really sorry things got the way they did. You have said in your post
everything I wanted to say too. Thanks, sweetheart. :)
I am sorry sweetie, but your e-mails have never reached me and never will.
My rastko@home.com account is down and isn't working. If it was something
important (I think that our friendship/love is very important), please
re-send it to rastko_cvekic@hotmail.com
kisses,
Rastko
:)(:
To: rastko_cvekic@hotmail.com
Rastko...what part of "leave ME ALONE don't you understand?"
krista
aka Loi Lane
To: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Author: osama@cwcom.net
Subject: Re: whats happening Osama?
Hi Lois!
Honestly I've emailed you about four times but it keeps getting rejected.
From here, from Rio and again after I got back. I hope this one goes
through, or I'm in more trouble.
And I don't like leaving 'personal' messages for people on the board, with
all those vultures around! LOOOOL
Yep, I went back to Rio to get some peace and quiet and work on my book.
Well I made some progress in spite of all the ...er... distractions :-)
And I got your post card! Thanks so much. Other than that, life is getting
back to normal. I even made friends with Wijdan and we are emailing each
other! Isn't that shocking? I decided life is stress filled enough already,
and we really didn't have any differences apart from those she imagined! So
anyway, that's one less battle I have to fight? I wonder, does that make me
a coward? LOL.
So how is it going? Do you miss toilet paper, hairdryers and cable TV yet?
LOOOOOOL
Yeah I saw your post to Rastko. I have been ignoring his emails in the hope
he will go away, but.....
In your absence he has also latched on to Wijdan. I don't know if he is
bugging her too, but I bet he is. I almost feel sorry for her :-) Still, I
can image what you had to go through to finally snap and put that post for
him. I hope that's the end of your troubles :-)
Take care and see you soon,
Osama
To: abuljazz
Author: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Subject: jazz...where the hell are you?
dear abuljazz
so....here i sit in Ho, Ghana. and how come i haven't heard from you?
i left a message for you on the board but you did not get this address? I really want to hear from you. so, this is my address. If i don't hear from you....looooool i may never speak to you again!
did you read the message on the board?
LUV
ch
an you don't stop
an she wont stop
an I CAN'T THINK IN THIS FRIECKEN HEAT. SO IF YOU EXPECT SOME GREAT WORDS OF WISDOM .....I SAY FRIECKEN FORGET IT....CAUSE THIS FRIECKEN HEAT'S DONE ME FRIECKEN IN. BUT...I EXPECT SOME FRIECKEN WORDS OF SOMETHING MEANINGFUL FROM YOU
TILL FRIECKEN LATER
LUV
CH
To: sudanesefriends@hotmail.com
Author: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Subject: from christiania-batwoman-etc.
dear friends...rastko...can u just friecken remember that im friecken over here in some friecken other friecken country that most people in the world have never friecken heard off so dont make me come over there and slap the friecken crap out of you.please...my e mail is for all...it is not your personal property. remember that.
ok...now that thats all said...hello friends. im in ghana ho. its hot here. i love it very much. of course, unite us...everybody is very black and you will be happy to know that everbody thinks im funny looking and u know why. loooooooooooooooooool
what i dont like here is that the missionairies have been here. thats one thing i like about the middle east. ok...some christian missionairies have been there but not like in west africa. ok...what do i know. its to hot for me to think. no no no you do know what hot is...its not like in sudan...this more like going to the ladies hair dresser and sitting under the hair dryer. but...your walking around with it all the time. the friecken hair dryer is with you no matter where u go...u can not turn the thing off. u have to even sleep with that friecken hair dryer. its every where. so...that the news from ho ghana. not very educational. no not at all. what do you expect from somebody with a friecken hair dryer over their head? HU?
love
christiania
To: sd4@ukc.ac.uk
Author: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Subject: to ana
HI ANA:
OH SHIT! U DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY I WAS TO GET YOUR E MAIL. I HAVE TO GO A WAYS FOR IT. FIRST...I HAVE TO GET UP OUT OF BED. |loO0O0O0O0O0
THEN I HAVE TO GET DRESSED. THEN I HAVE TO PUT ON MY CLOTHES. THEN THE DIFFICULT JOB STARTS. i HAVE TO WALK A LONG WAYS TO THIS FRIECKEN OFFICE. SO YOU CAN IMAGEN WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET THERE AFTER ALL THAT WORK OO0OLLO0O0O0O0OL AND FIND NO FRIECKEN E
MAIL THERE. WOULD YOU PLEASE TELL THAT FRIECKEN LAZY OSAMA TO FRIECKEN SEND ME A FRIECKEN E MAIL? i LEFT SOME MESSAGES ON THE BOARD AND I TRIED TO CLICK ONTO HIS E MAIL...BUT I CANT FROM HERE. IMPOSSIBLE.
OR JUST GIVE ME HIS FRICKEN E MAIL ADDRESS AND HANA ALSO.
HOPE ALL IS WELL WITH U. STUDY STUDY STUDY
I GAVE A SPEACH TO THE CLASS YESTERDAY..........KNOWLEDGE IS POWER
luv
CH
To: knimagai@yahoo.de
Author: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Subject: from christiania
Dear Lebas Mafi:
I found this African Proverb which reminded me of you
"The Underwear of truth is worn while running."
Moral teaching:
Justice should not be duly delayed but should be done promptly
Christiania in Ho Ghana
von den unterhosenclub
LUV
ch
To: knimagai@yahoo.de
Author: gahorlu@nexus.africaonline.com.gh
Subject: RE: Re: from christiania
derarest lebas mafi:
i am about to enter the world of voodoo, witchcraft, medicinemen, and juju for 4 days. if i survive lo0o0o0o0ol the ordeal...you may hear from me further. lo0o0o0ol ;)the biggest problem of course will be that I must BOW to the voodoo master if i want any further communication with the voodoo master...the bowing is a must. But...I'm not good at bowing...I don't BOW easily...so, I'm thinking of asking for a raise in salery before I have to submit to this dirty deed of bowing down on ma knees!
Listen up doctor Lebas from Deutschland...my brain is fried...bitte gebe mir medicine? LOOOOOOOooooooooooooL
luv
i am christiana
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
So burn me at the stake if it may help
The matra in my community: common ground, fitting in, same goals, one vision.
"We all want to fit in. It is is part of our obvious need to be loved” my
friend says matter-of-factly without paying heed to what it could all mean.
At the community art exhibition I smile and congratulate artists who really
should stop painting and I congratulate myself on surviving all the hypocrisy.
I am yet to discover what was so moving about dull paintings of still sunflower fields.
Why O why the Conflicts in the Community?
There no escaping the fact. The middle class/system unconscious snobbery is a big part of Takilma conflicts. Multiple stories pour their way inside my heart while I, with the distinct feeling that leaving is not the worst that can happen to any one, just take them in and breathe. But I become polluted like a lovely cloud passing over Cairo and instead of carrying water, it now carries soot. The best description is probably a walking volcano, that can erupt anytime and anywhere! But I don't want to ignore the fact that unfortunately I belong to the species of The Naturally Pissed Off!
I am who I am. So if I have to be burnt at the stake, I will make sure to have a grand exit. There is no grace in silence. There is no virtue in denying pain. I like to think it takes a lot to murder my spirit. But just in case...I'll make sure it looks like a lot.
"We all want to fit in. It is is part of our obvious need to be loved” my
friend says matter-of-factly without paying heed to what it could all mean.
At the community art exhibition I smile and congratulate artists who really
should stop painting and I congratulate myself on surviving all the hypocrisy.
I am yet to discover what was so moving about dull paintings of still sunflower fields.
Why O why the Conflicts in the Community?
There no escaping the fact. The middle class/system unconscious snobbery is a big part of Takilma conflicts. Multiple stories pour their way inside my heart while I, with the distinct feeling that leaving is not the worst that can happen to any one, just take them in and breathe. But I become polluted like a lovely cloud passing over Cairo and instead of carrying water, it now carries soot. The best description is probably a walking volcano, that can erupt anytime and anywhere! But I don't want to ignore the fact that unfortunately I belong to the species of The Naturally Pissed Off!
I am who I am. So if I have to be burnt at the stake, I will make sure to have a grand exit. There is no grace in silence. There is no virtue in denying pain. I like to think it takes a lot to murder my spirit. But just in case...I'll make sure it looks like a lot.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Return Of The Randomly Speaking
I love traveling because I can tell my stories the way I remember. The way I want. I add to it, revise it, invent parts I forgot or never knew. No one but me carries it all and no one will unless I tell someone who might understand...like Jilanta. I came to live with her in Gdansk, Poland. I brought nothing with me. No pictures of friends, dead pets, old boyfriends, parents, nephews, siblings, children, or places I grew up. I brought nothing to recall my former life.
Sometimes at night I lie awake and try to remember a certain person's features. There was a man I loved. Not the Brazilian who told me he would kill me if I ever left him. Under the law of the land killing your female lover or wife is considered a "crime of passion" and carries no penalty. No big deal in Brazil. The man I loved was another. And I try to piece him together like a jigsaw, but I can't find his substance. I try the same with my family, but alas, I feel orphaned.
So here I am with Jilanta in Gdansk. Far away from Brazil. A place, I hope, no Brazilian can find on the map. Jilanta makes up stories for me. Her mother grows more beautiful. Her father wealthier. Her grandmum crueler by the day. Communism is gone. Real democracy is is at her back door. Higher education is no longer for the elite. Her children are now able to be whatever they want to be. I in turn invent for her incredible loves I have known, a happy childhood, a brilliant career.
P.S. Jilanta taught me a lot of things...what to look for to find out if a curse had been placed on my head. My fruit would be full of worms. I wouldn't be able to light a fire. Plants would wither at my touch. She also taught me how to place a curse...so watch out!
Sometimes at night I lie awake and try to remember a certain person's features. There was a man I loved. Not the Brazilian who told me he would kill me if I ever left him. Under the law of the land killing your female lover or wife is considered a "crime of passion" and carries no penalty. No big deal in Brazil. The man I loved was another. And I try to piece him together like a jigsaw, but I can't find his substance. I try the same with my family, but alas, I feel orphaned.
So here I am with Jilanta in Gdansk. Far away from Brazil. A place, I hope, no Brazilian can find on the map. Jilanta makes up stories for me. Her mother grows more beautiful. Her father wealthier. Her grandmum crueler by the day. Communism is gone. Real democracy is is at her back door. Higher education is no longer for the elite. Her children are now able to be whatever they want to be. I in turn invent for her incredible loves I have known, a happy childhood, a brilliant career.
P.S. Jilanta taught me a lot of things...what to look for to find out if a curse had been placed on my head. My fruit would be full of worms. I wouldn't be able to light a fire. Plants would wither at my touch. She also taught me how to place a curse...so watch out!
Monday, October 8, 2007
Media cartels are stealing writers works;-( www.newslibrary.com
Media cartels are unilaterally seizing and abrogating to themselves writers works! And writers are out of work and you'll be reading shopping-mall news! That's it! I wrote this in 2002 and my goodness I was right!
Example:
U write an article. U sell 1 time rights to publish to the N.Y.T., After publication, the rights and your work is returned to U. A living can be made only if you can re-spin (re-sell) the article/s to other publications. This is how it's always been. It's changing big time and quick!
Gone:
Now...before the article ever get back to you...you find they have been sold to Nexis who sold them to Northern Light, who now sold them to www.newslibrary.com and so on...without any further compensation to the creator(U)of the works. Locating your work is only half the battle...the other half is getting it back from the cartels.
Finding their work is half the Battle:
Writers can only locate their work by name and title. The outlook for writers is bleak. Their chances of ending up like Little Richard is great!
The Big Time Players: Economic coup d'etat:
Today, the people who dictate writers and all of us... economic lives lead a neoteric industry melding the once -seperate corporate powers of publishing, cable, telephone, computing, consumer electronics, broadcast and entertainment. It's more than a vast monopoly. Journalist Aulatte, termed this combination a global version of Japanese "keiretsu." A web of companies investing in each other, do business with each other and divide up the world to the exclusion of all others. Like You and Me.
The New Bosses:
These new media barons don't give a damn about the quaint craft of writing. Writers are content providers and they want control of the content from creation to sale, from today to eternity. Those barons own the pipelines that carry the content, all broadcast and communication networks and "You can compare the confusion surrounding electronic superhighway bandwagon to the days of the CA gold rush." It's chaos. The rules are being applied as the "thing" moves along...Operating within this chaos are the monopoly building newspaper bosses.
Boot Camp:
Denver Post owner Dave Singelton, recently (meaning around 2002) bought 139 newspapers in 6 regions. This is what he calls, "corporate strategy of content development and poll readers...then give them what they want! The newsroom, as well as business office, play a part in empire building. Invest heavy in marketing."
Singelton's MO is similar to Gannett's "News 2002" program, which sends reporters to shopping malls to ask shoppers what they want to read. Knight-Ridder's version has reporters role-playing affluent readers and imagining their needs, all in line with the company slogan, "The customer is our obsession!"
As long as writers still own their content...you still have a chance of reading news instead of what Mr. Singelton is advocating. Shopping Mall News.
I use to write articles, send them to a newspaper with a note giving them one time rights to publish my brain storm. I either received a reject note w/ my article/s or a check in the mail. w/ a copy of the published work/s. Fenito! Believe u me...I got more rejects than checks. One day I'm going to post the hundreds of rejects from editors.
Example:
U write an article. U sell 1 time rights to publish to the N.Y.T., After publication, the rights and your work is returned to U. A living can be made only if you can re-spin (re-sell) the article/s to other publications. This is how it's always been. It's changing big time and quick!
Gone:
Now...before the article ever get back to you...you find they have been sold to Nexis who sold them to Northern Light, who now sold them to www.newslibrary.com and so on...without any further compensation to the creator(U)of the works. Locating your work is only half the battle...the other half is getting it back from the cartels.
Finding their work is half the Battle:
Writers can only locate their work by name and title. The outlook for writers is bleak. Their chances of ending up like Little Richard is great!
The Big Time Players: Economic coup d'etat:
Today, the people who dictate writers and all of us... economic lives lead a neoteric industry melding the once -seperate corporate powers of publishing, cable, telephone, computing, consumer electronics, broadcast and entertainment. It's more than a vast monopoly. Journalist Aulatte, termed this combination a global version of Japanese "keiretsu." A web of companies investing in each other, do business with each other and divide up the world to the exclusion of all others. Like You and Me.
The New Bosses:
These new media barons don't give a damn about the quaint craft of writing. Writers are content providers and they want control of the content from creation to sale, from today to eternity. Those barons own the pipelines that carry the content, all broadcast and communication networks and "You can compare the confusion surrounding electronic superhighway bandwagon to the days of the CA gold rush." It's chaos. The rules are being applied as the "thing" moves along...Operating within this chaos are the monopoly building newspaper bosses.
Boot Camp:
Denver Post owner Dave Singelton, recently (meaning around 2002) bought 139 newspapers in 6 regions. This is what he calls, "corporate strategy of content development and poll readers...then give them what they want! The newsroom, as well as business office, play a part in empire building. Invest heavy in marketing."
Singelton's MO is similar to Gannett's "News 2002" program, which sends reporters to shopping malls to ask shoppers what they want to read. Knight-Ridder's version has reporters role-playing affluent readers and imagining their needs, all in line with the company slogan, "The customer is our obsession!"
As long as writers still own their content...you still have a chance of reading news instead of what Mr. Singelton is advocating. Shopping Mall News.
I use to write articles, send them to a newspaper with a note giving them one time rights to publish my brain storm. I either received a reject note w/ my article/s or a check in the mail. w/ a copy of the published work/s. Fenito! Believe u me...I got more rejects than checks. One day I'm going to post the hundreds of rejects from editors.
When the contracts started to arrived I stopped writing. I will post them at a later date. They are worth reading. Right now I'm so pissed off. I found 2 of my articles and they are being sold at newslibrary.com
even though I had an agreement with the editor in writing """Krista: you must sign an unaltered contract." (I crossed some of the paragraphs out of the original contract in hopes it would be overlooked) I will NOT resell your story or art---or keep them for that matter. They have been purged from our system. Please sign the new contract---or if you must---call me 1-800-688-4802 ext. 9560"""
The Plain Dealer Travel Editor David G. Molyneaux
To: David G. Molyneaux...
Now what’s the heck is going on? I saw a carnival of cut-and-paste articles sold at www.newslibrary.com without any compensation to the author/s! Davy...That can’t be right!…
And, who’s that? Are you the guy with a bucket of glue and 234 scissors…then 345 staplers and lots of articles? Ohhhh busted!!!!!!!!! ;-( Please cut-and-paste responsibly before you sell your soul! Don’t drink and cut-and-paste, because chances are you’ll forget your little notes of promise "I will NOT sell your story or your art." Please cut-and-paste in moderation. Cut-and-paste is proven to cause heart problems, regardless of your age, gender, race, or natural origin. And finally Davy...YOU will go to Hell if you don’t set things right between you and me and all the authors you so royally fucked over.
And, who’s that? Are you the guy with a bucket of glue and 234 scissors…then 345 staplers and lots of articles? Ohhhh busted!!!!!!!!! ;-( Please cut-and-paste responsibly before you sell your soul! Don’t drink and cut-and-paste, because chances are you’ll forget your little notes of promise "I will NOT sell your story or your art." Please cut-and-paste in moderation. Cut-and-paste is proven to cause heart problems, regardless of your age, gender, race, or natural origin. And finally Davy...YOU will go to Hell if you don’t set things right between you and me and all the authors you so royally fucked over.
Absolutely Krista
Plagiarists Nightmare
Copyrights Highway Patrol
Founder of WITA Who-Is-The-Author? And WATA Criminal Justice System
Copyrights Highway Patrol
Founder of WITA Who-Is-The-Author? And WATA Criminal Justice System
P.S. David... try to muster what little pep you can stir up in your sorry self and explain!
Are U thinking what I think your thinking? Lo0o0ol U know what I think your thinking?
Friday, October 5, 2007
Left handed Cont:
Actually Neanderthals were the most flexible. They invented ambidextrous tools suitable for either hand; cups, flutes, bow&arrows, axes, pails.......
But the Bible is the real meany here. The Bible is militantly right-handed and takes every opportunity to equate left-handedness with evil.
And the Romans. They invented the right-handed handshake and the fascist salute!!!
But the Bible is the real meany here. The Bible is militantly right-handed and takes every opportunity to equate left-handedness with evil.
And the Romans. They invented the right-handed handshake and the fascist salute!!!
In my not so humble opinion I think LEFT HANDED PEOPLE are GENIUS;-)
Just look at the problems we face: Left-handed violinists, guitarists, banjoists, etc., must restring their instruments. Left-handed saxophonists simply don't exist. Gum wrapper openers are right-handed. And so are apple corers. Scissors are right-handed. Can openers are right-handed. And so are wrist watches. Some semi-automatics can scoop out your eyeball if fired left-handed. Tools can be a real menace for left-handers. Frying pans are a real nuisance since the pouring lip is always on the wrong side.
***************************A Lefthanded Manifesto!*********************************
Be it resolved that all LEFT-THINKING citizens, mindful that their BIRTHLEFT has been denied them,...shall henceforth stand up for their LEFTS! We call upon each one of them to support this BILL OF LEFTS, and specifically to... BUY LEFT! PATRONIZE LEFT! ACT LEFT! EAT LEFT! RELAX LEFT! WRITE LEFT! INSIST ON LEFT-HANDED CHECK BOOKS! ONLY BUY AN ENGLISH CAR AND GET A LEFT-HANDED GEARSHIFT FREE!
AMEN
"Peace" OuT and to the LEFT
***************************A Lefthanded Manifesto!*********************************
Be it resolved that all LEFT-THINKING citizens, mindful that their BIRTHLEFT has been denied them,...shall henceforth stand up for their LEFTS! We call upon each one of them to support this BILL OF LEFTS, and specifically to... BUY LEFT! PATRONIZE LEFT! ACT LEFT! EAT LEFT! RELAX LEFT! WRITE LEFT! INSIST ON LEFT-HANDED CHECK BOOKS! ONLY BUY AN ENGLISH CAR AND GET A LEFT-HANDED GEARSHIFT FREE!
AMEN
"Peace" OuT and to the LEFT
Dahab, Egypt...
""""Sharm el sheikh-Dahab... What a beautiful place!""""
Yeah...if you like to see Egyptians running about in Lederhosen!
Yeah...if you like to see Egyptians running about in Lederhosen!
My stay with the Berbers in the Toubkal Mountains
My 4 month stay with the Berbers in the village of Imzik, in the Toubkal Mountains, was filled with drama, anger, frustration and pain...but also love and laughter.
They are Muslims. I am not. Yet they welcomed me with incredible generosity and warmth and treated me with almost embarrassing kindness. I say "embarrassing kindness" because I had moments where I flipped out and I'm surprised they didn't throw me out.
On my way home I visited friends and family in Strasbourg and Frysland as well as here in New York. It's a reminder of how short life is, not to sound maudlin but it's a fact. As diseases creep in, with a minimum of notice, suddenly you look around and find near and dear people falling through cracks, fighting for their lives, or deep in hostile paranoia. When you only see the people you love every so often, changes are large and remind you of the time you haven't spent together, as entire important chunks of people's lives pass by while you're occupied elsewhere.
But it's time to go again. That old restlessness is a pang in my solar plexus, my mind is mental mush, and snaps to attention only when far away concerns shout.
I am planning to return to Africa or the Middle East. I think we don't get to choose the places that feel like home...that feeling just might hit you anywhere. I can't figure it out...it makes no sense at all.
They are Muslims. I am not. Yet they welcomed me with incredible generosity and warmth and treated me with almost embarrassing kindness. I say "embarrassing kindness" because I had moments where I flipped out and I'm surprised they didn't throw me out.
On my way home I visited friends and family in Strasbourg and Frysland as well as here in New York. It's a reminder of how short life is, not to sound maudlin but it's a fact. As diseases creep in, with a minimum of notice, suddenly you look around and find near and dear people falling through cracks, fighting for their lives, or deep in hostile paranoia. When you only see the people you love every so often, changes are large and remind you of the time you haven't spent together, as entire important chunks of people's lives pass by while you're occupied elsewhere.
But it's time to go again. That old restlessness is a pang in my solar plexus, my mind is mental mush, and snaps to attention only when far away concerns shout.
I am planning to return to Africa or the Middle East. I think we don't get to choose the places that feel like home...that feeling just might hit you anywhere. I can't figure it out...it makes no sense at all.
Sinai and Wagar
Wagar wrote: "I had read that the Bedouins in the Sinai are desperate for help with their young people, who allegedly are guilty of bombing resorts, smuggling and causing violence. "
I have been with the Bedouins. I pitched my tent with them. I shared meals with them. I rode a friecken camel (I don't like those beasts) with them through the desert where some places remain a law unto themselves...even today. And yes it did occur to me that my life was in the Bedouins hands and my ass was at the camels mercy. I'm here to tell you that the Bedouins are a kind and generous people but the camel can go and take a hike on the new highway!
"are guilty of smuggling"LOOOOOOOOOoooooooL NOOoooooooo! Not the Bedouins. My mother smuggles for goodness sakes. Every little old lady standing in a post office line in Europe smuggles. Anything from chocolate, to new clothing, to banned books, and who knows???????
"allegedly are guilty of bombing resorts, smuggling and causing violence" NO! It's the Russian mafia! It's the Luristan thugs! :P :lol:
For the Bedouins who live in the desert everyday survival takes up all their time. Bombing resorts is extremely time consuming. But the most important point: Tourism, resorts, hotels, diving centers, are bringing income to the Bedouins. They may be illiterate by western standards but being hunters they know a good thing when they smell it.
"Destruction of natural resources and littering is a world-wide problem."
"Mt. Everest is littered with the trash."
"outer space with all sorts of metal objects floating around"
Wagar...I have read your posts and you sound like an intelligent educated person. But to compare the destruction of natural resources with littering is down right ignoramus. To compare Mt. Everest and outer space with the health hazzards of the Sinai with a human population I suppose is due to inexperience and lack of knowledge.
"Over-population is the number one problem in my view"
I agree. The tourist population in the Sinai continues to swell with an infrastructure that has not kept up with development. Ok! I'm feeling a brain drain coming on. In short:
Sinai...add an over-populated tourist industry... mix sewage with water...add desert winds and you will come up with sands polluted by garbage and sewage waste. Enter Dr. Waheed Halim Doss!
"You reep what you sow" (is that from the Bible?)
I have been with the Bedouins. I pitched my tent with them. I shared meals with them. I rode a friecken camel (I don't like those beasts) with them through the desert where some places remain a law unto themselves...even today. And yes it did occur to me that my life was in the Bedouins hands and my ass was at the camels mercy. I'm here to tell you that the Bedouins are a kind and generous people but the camel can go and take a hike on the new highway!
"are guilty of smuggling"LOOOOOOOOOoooooooL NOOoooooooo! Not the Bedouins. My mother smuggles for goodness sakes. Every little old lady standing in a post office line in Europe smuggles. Anything from chocolate, to new clothing, to banned books, and who knows???????
"allegedly are guilty of bombing resorts, smuggling and causing violence" NO! It's the Russian mafia! It's the Luristan thugs! :P :lol:
For the Bedouins who live in the desert everyday survival takes up all their time. Bombing resorts is extremely time consuming. But the most important point: Tourism, resorts, hotels, diving centers, are bringing income to the Bedouins. They may be illiterate by western standards but being hunters they know a good thing when they smell it.
"Destruction of natural resources and littering is a world-wide problem."
"Mt. Everest is littered with the trash."
"outer space with all sorts of metal objects floating around"
Wagar...I have read your posts and you sound like an intelligent educated person. But to compare the destruction of natural resources with littering is down right ignoramus. To compare Mt. Everest and outer space with the health hazzards of the Sinai with a human population I suppose is due to inexperience and lack of knowledge.
"Over-population is the number one problem in my view"
I agree. The tourist population in the Sinai continues to swell with an infrastructure that has not kept up with development. Ok! I'm feeling a brain drain coming on. In short:
Sinai...add an over-populated tourist industry... mix sewage with water...add desert winds and you will come up with sands polluted by garbage and sewage waste. Enter Dr. Waheed Halim Doss!
"You reep what you sow" (is that from the Bible?)
I'm on to you Wagar;-)
Sunday, September 16, 2007
This took for friecken EVER
A friend of mine (who shall remain nameless;-) send me this...
"""Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone who knows. Yahoo! Answers - Check it out."""
What in goodness name is that suppose to mean? That's like the latest "Responsible Travel." Is someone suggesting that I'm traveling "Irresponsibly?"
"Be a better Globetrotter. Get the answers from someone who knows." LOOOOoooooooooooL
Here are a few of my globerotting experiences...
Memories of Checkpoints in Yemen:
Waiting ten days for travel permits from the Minister of Defense. Explanation? "We need a green light. The Minister has not arrived in his office. The Minister has not arrived at his home. The Minister is at home, but he is not answering his phone." Finally..."no one can find the Minister of Defense." End result: permits are signed by the acting director.
Checkpoint day one:
A large sun baked space of nothingness. Broken stone huts and caved in army tents buried half way with sand. Ruined trucks and dismantled cars. Mountains of trash. Soldiers in ragged uniforms nursing their sub-machine guns. The road is choked with lorries, oil trucks, taxis, bad tempers, and fear of getting stuck in a nightmare. Hallo Yahoo!!!! Please tell me O wise one what would you do?
Checkpoint day two:
Soldiers surround our Land Rover. Hamdi, our Bedouin driver, disappears into the military tents. Bad news: we need a military escort and none are available. A soldier explains: "sorry, but we do not have enough guns or bullets." Permits are taken away.
Checkpoint day three:
The Land Rover was not a tourist car but a business one. Permits are taken away. Hamdi gets a splitting headache. I give him one of my pain pills and just for precaution I take one.
Checkpoint day four:
Hamdi is asked into the tent where he has to answer the soldiers questions all over again. Bad news: the written dates on the permits are wrong. Permits are taken away again. On the way back to Sana'a the exhaust pipe collapses and is mended with my bandages. Hamdi wants to go and chew quat and I take a Zanax. I also demand to see the Minister of whatever who signed the permits. He agreed to see me in his office. I show him the permission papers with stamps and signatures. He looks at the paper and nods his head, "yes yes you have permission. But please tell me...what does permission mean to you?"
Now I don't know what the above experienced Globetrotter advise would be. Here is mine. Logic and efficiency has no meaning here. Period! The only thing that will save you is a speedy psychological adjustment. Failure to achieve this attitude adjustment will expose westerners to real dangers: a nervous breakdown, a freak out, a need for heavy sedation, or temporary dementia. I opted for the sedation...waited a week and hired someone who knew his way around without permits. We traveled via the smuggling route. And we had a blast. That's what I call a real Globetrotter experience. I'll try to post a picture of him. Oyvee...bad idea. LOOOL
"""Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone who knows. Yahoo! Answers - Check it out."""
What in goodness name is that suppose to mean? That's like the latest "Responsible Travel." Is someone suggesting that I'm traveling "Irresponsibly?"
"Be a better Globetrotter. Get the answers from someone who knows." LOOOOoooooooooooL
Here are a few of my globerotting experiences...
Memories of Checkpoints in Yemen:
Waiting ten days for travel permits from the Minister of Defense. Explanation? "We need a green light. The Minister has not arrived in his office. The Minister has not arrived at his home. The Minister is at home, but he is not answering his phone." Finally..."no one can find the Minister of Defense." End result: permits are signed by the acting director.
Checkpoint day one:
A large sun baked space of nothingness. Broken stone huts and caved in army tents buried half way with sand. Ruined trucks and dismantled cars. Mountains of trash. Soldiers in ragged uniforms nursing their sub-machine guns. The road is choked with lorries, oil trucks, taxis, bad tempers, and fear of getting stuck in a nightmare. Hallo Yahoo!!!! Please tell me O wise one what would you do?
Checkpoint day two:
Soldiers surround our Land Rover. Hamdi, our Bedouin driver, disappears into the military tents. Bad news: we need a military escort and none are available. A soldier explains: "sorry, but we do not have enough guns or bullets." Permits are taken away.
Checkpoint day three:
The Land Rover was not a tourist car but a business one. Permits are taken away. Hamdi gets a splitting headache. I give him one of my pain pills and just for precaution I take one.
Checkpoint day four:
Hamdi is asked into the tent where he has to answer the soldiers questions all over again. Bad news: the written dates on the permits are wrong. Permits are taken away again. On the way back to Sana'a the exhaust pipe collapses and is mended with my bandages. Hamdi wants to go and chew quat and I take a Zanax. I also demand to see the Minister of whatever who signed the permits. He agreed to see me in his office. I show him the permission papers with stamps and signatures. He looks at the paper and nods his head, "yes yes you have permission. But please tell me...what does permission mean to you?"
Now I don't know what the above experienced Globetrotter advise would be. Here is mine. Logic and efficiency has no meaning here. Period! The only thing that will save you is a speedy psychological adjustment. Failure to achieve this attitude adjustment will expose westerners to real dangers: a nervous breakdown, a freak out, a need for heavy sedation, or temporary dementia. I opted for the sedation...waited a week and hired someone who knew his way around without permits. We traveled via the smuggling route. And we had a blast. That's what I call a real Globetrotter experience. I'll try to post a picture of him. Oyvee...bad idea. LOOOL
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