This is a poem my friend Shannon wrote after a high school classmate committed suicide:
No One
NO ONE should be a NO ONE
NO ONE should hurt that bad
Or feel that heartache from their heartbreak
NO ONE should understand that kind of pain
NO ONE should see themselves as nothing
NO ONE should get to that point
NO ONE can understand the NO ONE
NO ONE can ever see
Or fix the fragile shattered life
NO ONE should feel they are NO ONE
To every NO ONE there is an inner SOMEONE
And to God every NO ONE is His
He can understand the NO ONE
He’s the only one to ever see
Or comprehend the pain and heartache of the NO ONE
NO ONE should be a NO ONE
NO ONE should hurt that bad
Or feel that heartache of bitter pain
God sees the potential of the NO ONE
He bought each NO ONE with a price
Through His son the NO ONE finds the SOMEONE
But what if the SOMEONE can’t be found
How can the NO ONE get so lost?
How did the NO ONE forget the Father’s love?
NO ONE should feel alone
NO ONE should see their life as wasted or without use
For it’s the NO ONE’s who change my life every day
The NO ONE lights the way
The NO ONE who smiles despite unfriendly stares
The NO ONE who laughs
NO ONE sees the NO ONE cry
NO ONE could ever comprehend
Or imagine the hopelessness of the NO ONE
Who in my life is a NO ONE?
How can I help them to see the way
To find their way to the SOMEONE
What will happen to the NO ONE,
The one lost and so alone?
Only through God can the SOMEONE be found.
Shannon Christina Malan
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Stop Tibetan Genocide
Standing ovation for Nancy Pelosi for her comments and actions on Tibet. I agree with her. The USA should skip the opening ceremonies and should encourage other countries to do the same. Then, let the athletes go and kick some Chinese butt.
Tibet forever!
So lately, aside from lamenting the plight of the Tibetan people (trust me, that is not a subject you want to get me started on. I could go on forever) I have been watching Columbo and laughing. The show is quite good, but I've noticed that all of the men are so incredibly homely and have terribly frizzy hair. Some of them have been almost nauseating in their looks. On the other hand, the women are always beyond beautiful, with incredible fashion and jewlery. Although I did notice that the men and women were always wearing clothes that are impossibly tight and you know for a fact there is nothing on underneath...Polyester on bare skin. Shudder.
Tibet forever!
So lately, aside from lamenting the plight of the Tibetan people (trust me, that is not a subject you want to get me started on. I could go on forever) I have been watching Columbo and laughing. The show is quite good, but I've noticed that all of the men are so incredibly homely and have terribly frizzy hair. Some of them have been almost nauseating in their looks. On the other hand, the women are always beyond beautiful, with incredible fashion and jewlery. Although I did notice that the men and women were always wearing clothes that are impossibly tight and you know for a fact there is nothing on underneath...Polyester on bare skin. Shudder.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Woo-she-ah moo-vees
I am not one who likes movies to end badly. Movies are a much needed break from reality and should end happily. Good should always conquer evil, the hero always gets his damsel, all is well. Bearing this in mind, it makes no sense for me to like these stylized martial arts movies, wuxia I think they're called. I've only seen two, Hero and House of Flying Daggers, but I really want to see more. There is far too much angst, too much sadness, but the colors! The grace in every movement! The way every look, every movement, every word is filled with meaning! The way it twists and keeps you creeping to the edge of your seat! Most movies tend to be so cliche I can guess what is going to happen, when, why...and these movies are too, but they keep you so dazzled in the beauty of the art, it's like seeing the story for the first time.
Poo on American martial arts films....
Poo on American martial arts films....
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Strange Thoughts
You know that band Incubus? Ever wonder what it means? According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary it means an evil spirit that lies on persons in their sleep; especially : one that has sexual intercourse with women while they are sleeping or one that oppresses or burdens like a nightmare.
Makes you wonder doesn't it...
You know how back in the day the wagon the police used to carry prisoners was called a paddy wagon? Well, a paddy is a derogatory term for the Irish. Is this a stereotypical reflection on the Irish being drunken prisoners or because in the 19th century they were the only ones who would take the job of police officer?
You know how rednecks/hillbillies are always portrayed as having tons of junk in the yard? But have you ever wondered why? Well, for decades, people in the rural south had absolutely nothing and little money for the things they did need, so everything they had, they kept, just in case. They kept old cars in case they needed a spare part for the working car, they kept old cans in case they needed tin or a container. The habit of keeping things was passed on to each generation and became a piece of American stereotype.
Did you know that the Bikini Island (where they tested nuclear weapons) is actually pronounced bic-in-ee? And that the island of Kiribati is pronounced keer-e-bahs?
And did you know that the traditional tataus of the Maori in New Zealand (or Aotearoa, Land of the Long White Cloud) were literally carved into the skin, rather than merely being ink tapped into the skin, like other islands and today's tattoos?
Makes you wonder doesn't it...
You know how back in the day the wagon the police used to carry prisoners was called a paddy wagon? Well, a paddy is a derogatory term for the Irish. Is this a stereotypical reflection on the Irish being drunken prisoners or because in the 19th century they were the only ones who would take the job of police officer?
You know how rednecks/hillbillies are always portrayed as having tons of junk in the yard? But have you ever wondered why? Well, for decades, people in the rural south had absolutely nothing and little money for the things they did need, so everything they had, they kept, just in case. They kept old cars in case they needed a spare part for the working car, they kept old cans in case they needed tin or a container. The habit of keeping things was passed on to each generation and became a piece of American stereotype.
Did you know that the Bikini Island (where they tested nuclear weapons) is actually pronounced bic-in-ee? And that the island of Kiribati is pronounced keer-e-bahs?
And did you know that the traditional tataus of the Maori in New Zealand (or Aotearoa, Land of the Long White Cloud) were literally carved into the skin, rather than merely being ink tapped into the skin, like other islands and today's tattoos?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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