Thursday: Not the end of the week

Here are my thoughts for today.

1) Est virgo hec penna, meretrix eat stompificata. (The pen is a virgin, the printing press a whore.)

2) "The red penis your friend." (From my favourite slam poet, Taylor Mali.)

L

I Dream of France

-- Post From My iPod

Tuesday: Back to work

... I run off where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping Beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice: "You must learn to stand up for yourself
'cause I can't always be around."

When are you going to make up your mind?

— Tori Amos, "Winter"

For Thanksgiving

My political compass outcome: no surprises here.

We shall overcome — as arranged by Pete Seeger

We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

We’ll walk hand in hand,
We’ll walk hand in hand,
We’ll walk hand in hand, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall all be free,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We are not afraid,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, today

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

Staff Meetings et al.

Sitting at work in a staff meeting. Woot. This is the umpteenth meeting this week. I hate meetings. It seems I am not much of a team player.

Why is it that a "democratic" system seems to me synonymous with "having to listen to the idiot"? I have always believed in the benevolent dictator system and this past week just reinforces it for me. I would rather suffer under unfair decision making processes then waste so much time pursuing the unattainable concensus. You never make everyone happy, so why do we try so hard?

So I waffle between "We gotta get out of this place" and "Que sera, sera"

Sigh.

Mobile Blogging from here.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod]

Thought for Friday

Jennifer Beals was born on December 19, 1963.

Do you think I can finish my dissertation before I turn forty?

L

iBlogger

Yet another blogging pckg for my touch. This one has potential but no images for blogspot and no redirected urls for wordpress.

Kinda leaves me out.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod]